tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237Thu, 17 Aug 2017 23:16:18 +0000Family LifeIn the KitchenMeganHomekeepingCraftingHolidaysGardeningSimple PleasuresHome ProjectsthriftyMy thoughtsHappy Homemaking MondayBlogging FunChristmasOrganizationSeasonsFamily FunDecoratingBloggingInspirationalAdoptionFallFamily HistoryAdoption/BabyBargainsSchoolCelebrateHomekeeping TipNovelValentine's DayCelebrationsGiftingGivingParentingEasterFreebieKid's CraftSpringThanksgivingthrifty findsFriendshipKid ActivitiesMy PantryTraditionsVacationBeing ResourcefulGood DealsReflectionEarth DayGoalsHalloweenHealthHolidysKidsKindred SpritsMOutingsPaying it ForwardProjectsQuotesReceivingRecyclingSafetySeasonTrash to TreasurebabyhomeschoolsschoolingMy Heart is Always HomeLiving a simple life of faith, family and home.http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)Blogger1545125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-1347287278066453773Thu, 17 Aug 2017 12:15:00 +00002017-08-17T08:15:59.003-04:00My thoughtsRandom Thoughts<span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">Cheryl from </span><a href="http://www.copperswife.com/" style="font-family: georgia;">Copperwife</a><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">&nbsp;advises to hold my plans loosely. Always great advise but I can really see the wisdom in it as I have started to homeschool. &nbsp;During week one the math lesson plan was set aside and I went with plan B. Why? My girl needs some review in one area. It's easy to want to stay focused and to stay on schedule. Sometimes holding those plans loosely is the best thing in all matters of life. Soon we we will pick back up with the planned math.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vB9vzWN_biY/WZWGjfAVUII/AAAAAAAARro/GL1j68gQreQq-wndrZ9K0SHgMHPQweicACLcBGAs/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vB9vzWN_biY/WZWGjfAVUII/AAAAAAAARro/GL1j68gQreQq-wndrZ9K0SHgMHPQweicACLcBGAs/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">Sleep is important! More important then a schedule. We had a late night and sleep in some. I should have let Megan sleep in more. We ended up with a few tears. (Hers not mine this time. *smile*) Only because my girl was tired. Lesson learned!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">You have to stick with your own convictions. When speaking with those who don't get homeschooling or even those super homeschoolers it's best to give short answers, smile and agree to disagree. The plan for my family may not be what you'd do, but the beauty is we can each do what we think is best.&nbsp;</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgttoXI_Gns/WZWG6oq3xSI/AAAAAAAARrs/tgZGB6xfa1U9curmzrMhWZ6a-dbmxHsOwCLcBGAs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgttoXI_Gns/WZWG6oq3xSI/AAAAAAAARrs/tgZGB6xfa1U9curmzrMhWZ6a-dbmxHsOwCLcBGAs/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">This, this post right <a href="http://www.alifeinprogress.ca/want-mediocre-life/">here</a>&nbsp;really spoke to me. I've always felt tremendous pressure to be more, to do more and this post made me realize that the life I live is perfectly fine. It made me cry and realize that maybe I am doing exactly what God always planned for me.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">I am having one of those moments where I am emotionally spent. The truck is broken, the lawn tractor died and I am having a health issue (nothing life threatening). I keep giving myself the pep talk to be grateful we have the van for Chuck to drive to work, be grateful that we have a push mower for the lawn and to be grateful that my health isn't worse.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">We tried to buy a new lawn tractor. Inventory is low so it isn't a good time. Let's just say it was a disaster. I returned it yesterday and almost cried when leaving Home Depot. &nbsp;My guy came home I fell into his arms and all was right with me again. Life can be hard. &nbsp;Honestly we were never promised easy, but I know it will all work out. &nbsp;I have been praying for God to help me to trust and have faith.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_R0trcBTNr8/WZWHP_lDqbI/AAAAAAAARrw/v7zu0Vq50PE-8pby0nalC-55dLyJjdUrwCLcBGAs/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_R0trcBTNr8/WZWHP_lDqbI/AAAAAAAARrw/v7zu0Vq50PE-8pby0nalC-55dLyJjdUrwCLcBGAs/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">I have joined instagram; wendib_well &nbsp;My account is private so you'll have to send me a request to follow along.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot;; font-size: medium;">We have a jammed packed weekend planned. Friday we are going to the fair, Saturday we have people coming over to help cut down a tree and Sunday is our day of rest. After school I have to whip my home into shape and then do some grocery shopping for lunch on Saturday. You can't expect six men to work without feeding them. *smile* See you next week!</span><br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/08/random-thoughts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-649305852762212125Wed, 16 Aug 2017 11:31:00 +00002017-08-16T07:31:02.002-04:00Family LifeJoy in the Ordinary<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Look around, really look around and you will find joy... joy in the everyday... joy in the ordinary things.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong>Life has been keeping me busy. They will be a couple of weeks worth of pictures in this post.<br /><br />The funeral procession for the police officer that was killed in the line of duty. &nbsp;You might wonder how I can find joy in this.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGqnVFga-Ek/WZQmiJ5zzVI/AAAAAAAARq0/hSb-NTysoZUTmJ0c_P-qw3x4G6ugcC9DgCLcBGAs/s1600/017a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1529" data-original-width="1600" height="305" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGqnVFga-Ek/WZQmiJ5zzVI/AAAAAAAARq0/hSb-NTysoZUTmJ0c_P-qw3x4G6ugcC9DgCLcBGAs/s320/017a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;This is what I said on my FB page about it. "<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Walked to the main street and watched my community come together to honor fallen officer Lt. Allan. Seeing our community line the sidewalks made me proud to call this place home. Words can't describe what it was like to see a mile of police cars coming down the street. One of those things I pray is a once in a lifetime event."</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start;">A hard day but it was reassuring that in a world that seems uncaring and sometimes very evil there are still people who care. The officer and his family where people of faith and it was evident as all through this day. The end of watch radio call referenced John 15:13.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start;">Our Iowa family was in town over night. We ended up with some additional family over for a cookout the night they were in town. I took one picture the whole time. This Megan and her cousin Andrea. I guess you could say I was living in the moment. *smile*</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPIUaNAHb4k/WZQnAL6rXfI/AAAAAAAARq8/-g7Wdir5ktcKUjHSO3f0qd1MPyJ_8k6XgCLcBGAs/s1600/170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPIUaNAHb4k/WZQnAL6rXfI/AAAAAAAARq8/-g7Wdir5ktcKUjHSO3f0qd1MPyJ_8k6XgCLcBGAs/s320/170.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Chuck received free tickets to a baseball game from his employer.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riwVsQX1DwU/WZQmyzKji-I/AAAAAAAARq4/aqjcJ6FeHgQBdQenWw50OT3osTk7JWCeACLcBGAs/s1600/041a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1600" height="236" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riwVsQX1DwU/WZQmyzKji-I/AAAAAAAARq4/aqjcJ6FeHgQBdQenWw50OT3osTk7JWCeACLcBGAs/s320/041a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;It was a beautiful evening and we really enjoyed it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wp1HM-mpIjU/WZQnBr8q-0I/AAAAAAAARrA/LZTZlpQ7ERAc3toQ_izbHHXv9kbhU9RJQCLcBGAs/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wp1HM-mpIjU/WZQnBr8q-0I/AAAAAAAARrA/LZTZlpQ7ERAc3toQ_izbHHXv9kbhU9RJQCLcBGAs/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhCXQb43Ofo/WZQnN_2r2_I/AAAAAAAARrE/ljWslL-psJImed4M2Ygz5iCuXz-vn7lGwCLcBGAs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhCXQb43Ofo/WZQnN_2r2_I/AAAAAAAARrE/ljWslL-psJImed4M2Ygz5iCuXz-vn7lGwCLcBGAs/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVjJMk0SXE8/WZQnTqpS93I/AAAAAAAARrM/AN6Gx0PxXUMDKQoMGJdDtXipnykZZIYBQCLcBGAs/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVjJMk0SXE8/WZQnTqpS93I/AAAAAAAARrM/AN6Gx0PxXUMDKQoMGJdDtXipnykZZIYBQCLcBGAs/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;There were some cooler days which meant I could make comfort food. Sadly the heat and humidity is back.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcKcTyqViMk/WZQnSuGABzI/AAAAAAAARrI/SZ9iBBcdoMEX3wvHYJviLx0rBadSIuFVwCLcBGAs/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcKcTyqViMk/WZQnSuGABzI/AAAAAAAARrI/SZ9iBBcdoMEX3wvHYJviLx0rBadSIuFVwCLcBGAs/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBIfFIFQZWc/WZQnkfw6LJI/AAAAAAAARrQ/M4dTwiL46tcJ56Ss7o6b4DKaPKOQk5Z4ACLcBGAs/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBIfFIFQZWc/WZQnkfw6LJI/AAAAAAAARrQ/M4dTwiL46tcJ56Ss7o6b4DKaPKOQk5Z4ACLcBGAs/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Both Megan and I are thoroughly enjoying our adventure in homeschooling. So many things I could say about it but that will be a topic for another post.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCHHuv7Nd9Q/WZQnkqFEQ9I/AAAAAAAARrY/s6u41-3ro3822PE2iDBPvuFjCu3jDldJwCLcBGAs/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mCHHuv7Nd9Q/WZQnkqFEQ9I/AAAAAAAARrY/s6u41-3ro3822PE2iDBPvuFjCu3jDldJwCLcBGAs/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYm9nLL6MpE/WZQnkuBO5dI/AAAAAAAARrU/IZSdrmJwlZM6gijrzv5_KoNSp5c0JrsAgCLcBGAs/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYm9nLL6MpE/WZQnkuBO5dI/AAAAAAAARrU/IZSdrmJwlZM6gijrzv5_KoNSp5c0JrsAgCLcBGAs/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The day awaits me so I need to run. Our riding lawn mower broke beyond repair so I need to go out and start pushing. &nbsp;I hope to complete that task before the heat of day builds.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/08/joy-in-ordinary_16.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-6729469554102937472Tue, 15 Aug 2017 11:08:00 +00002017-08-15T07:08:38.596-04:00Family LifeAn Apple A Day...<div style="text-align: center;">We made an impromptu visit to the apple orchard. We were visiting my parents on Saturday and I mentioned that I had seen that some of the early apples were ready. Grammi looked at Megan and said "do you want to go to the orchard?" and off we went. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZX5ZhxPZzY/WZLSIevaq5I/AAAAAAAARp4/2961x3vg4nsaHCexfIQ7e-d5sQ5C65MlACLcBGAs/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZX5ZhxPZzY/WZLSIevaq5I/AAAAAAAARp4/2961x3vg4nsaHCexfIQ7e-d5sQ5C65MlACLcBGAs/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Azy7o1jLHL0/WZLSL4e_FGI/AAAAAAAARp8/gwFYvrcCbywyDusi-HvBO73fIWymOIxUACLcBGAs/s1600/037a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1554" data-original-width="1600" height="311" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Azy7o1jLHL0/WZLSL4e_FGI/AAAAAAAARp8/gwFYvrcCbywyDusi-HvBO73fIWymOIxUACLcBGAs/s320/037a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We walked the orchard checking out the trees and exploring.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmdQnrvEMSo/WZLSV5GTu8I/AAAAAAAARqA/NkdY1wpij6cdhaIPuPaaXqlZUkb2SrilgCLcBGAs/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wmdQnrvEMSo/WZLSV5GTu8I/AAAAAAAARqA/NkdY1wpij6cdhaIPuPaaXqlZUkb2SrilgCLcBGAs/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDlzjTkIj9k/WZLTdjBBT2I/AAAAAAAARqY/fcBlGR9U5qsrA9w_6926IzWs53Wr_pDVgCLcBGAs/s1600/044a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDlzjTkIj9k/WZLTdjBBT2I/AAAAAAAARqY/fcBlGR9U5qsrA9w_6926IzWs53Wr_pDVgCLcBGAs/s320/044a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We didn't pick apples this time as most weren't ready. We could tell on our stroll that it won't be long. Yay!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4G5l0lVXQU/WZLSxHWo8FI/AAAAAAAARqI/VQ4DLama-2o5a4QKVVZ88pXJBqqGcOrTwCLcBGAs/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4G5l0lVXQU/WZLSxHWo8FI/AAAAAAAARqI/VQ4DLama-2o5a4QKVVZ88pXJBqqGcOrTwCLcBGAs/s320/040.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was a stop made at the concession stand to share a hot dog, fried biscuits with apple butter and apple cider slush. &nbsp;Yum!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlqkgYhH2OY/WZLSx973RxI/AAAAAAAARqM/xlFY92fZdbAvN_wsk_oZKXyggJanToAYQCLcBGAs/s1600/027a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlqkgYhH2OY/WZLSx973RxI/AAAAAAAARqM/xlFY92fZdbAvN_wsk_oZKXyggJanToAYQCLcBGAs/s320/027a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YY3ZdlxH9U/WZLS-1vOInI/AAAAAAAARqU/hpg-qxWJNLIfPmJ0-GAjEaqE6nJUtHMGwCLcBGAs/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YY3ZdlxH9U/WZLS-1vOInI/AAAAAAAARqU/hpg-qxWJNLIfPmJ0-GAjEaqE6nJUtHMGwCLcBGAs/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10pjaF1axk8/WZLS-4yIgkI/AAAAAAAARqQ/EO2CGvcJ6T40n3RUm9Ibm7Pu7dp5hhDEACLcBGAs/s1600/022a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1343" data-original-width="1600" height="269" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10pjaF1axk8/WZLS-4yIgkI/AAAAAAAARqQ/EO2CGvcJ6T40n3RUm9Ibm7Pu7dp5hhDEACLcBGAs/s320/022a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Good bye beautiful orchard! I'm sure we'll see you again soon and in the mean time we'll enjoy snacking on your crunchy apples.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joMn22qdgTc/WZLU56NeehI/AAAAAAAARqk/I7rrHk23OnkLtJXNYqw92R6N2RYfTAxDQCLcBGAs/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joMn22qdgTc/WZLU56NeehI/AAAAAAAARqk/I7rrHk23OnkLtJXNYqw92R6N2RYfTAxDQCLcBGAs/s320/063.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/08/an-apple-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-2607114765582819140Tue, 08 Aug 2017 00:03:00 +00002017-08-07T20:03:30.703-04:00homeschoolBack to School!<div style="text-align: center;">We have started on our new adventure in homeschooling! I spent some time getting things set up. Our cart is full of new pencils, paper and fresh workbook sheets. The bulletin board has been spruced up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8nQ0-M_-gM/WYj114rCzyI/AAAAAAAARoQ/3ITHc5-c9oQ7pkZIhWIOF0itOjmujJctACLcBGAs/s1600/061a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1137" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o8nQ0-M_-gM/WYj114rCzyI/AAAAAAAARoQ/3ITHc5-c9oQ7pkZIhWIOF0itOjmujJctACLcBGAs/s320/061a.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It list our expectations, verse to inspire us and a spot to keep the spelling list so it doesn't go missing. *wink*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWJ0ImELizY/WYj2XpyMzLI/AAAAAAAARoU/GC8Qj3whU0AXMHAEz-P2aZXy_AFGiHTgQCLcBGAs/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWJ0ImELizY/WYj2XpyMzLI/AAAAAAAARoU/GC8Qj3whU0AXMHAEz-P2aZXy_AFGiHTgQCLcBGAs/s320/064.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BvgCpl9BWGg/WYj2ZPMWtaI/AAAAAAAARoY/TH2hE_a94dES1fNCL01SZLtuoSajfoU2gCLcBGAs/s1600/063a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BvgCpl9BWGg/WYj2ZPMWtaI/AAAAAAAARoY/TH2hE_a94dES1fNCL01SZLtuoSajfoU2gCLcBGAs/s320/063a.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I set the kitchen up the night before. It makes things run much smoother when things are ready to go in the morning.&nbsp;</div><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzXrEtJ4q-4/WYj2tqO0z1I/AAAAAAAARoc/mDU62HKJtjU8QcVxOeur2Pkv6QGU4vOVACLcBGAs/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mzXrEtJ4q-4/WYj2tqO0z1I/AAAAAAAARoc/mDU62HKJtjU8QcVxOeur2Pkv6QGU4vOVACLcBGAs/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />&nbsp;<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Unam2S_FB28/WYj28t6vpDI/AAAAAAAARog/qNtKsoDTs-4vccgQfi3_2k9MDBKTqn9UQCLcBGAs/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Unam2S_FB28/WYj28t6vpDI/AAAAAAAARog/qNtKsoDTs-4vccgQfi3_2k9MDBKTqn9UQCLcBGAs/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />&nbsp;<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLC3VhGR7pA/WYj3Bj5b2NI/AAAAAAAARoo/XfuL3zIqtn8jbRK0xjOuPRtt4_t4mVkuACLcBGAs/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLC3VhGR7pA/WYj3Bj5b2NI/AAAAAAAARoo/XfuL3zIqtn8jbRK0xjOuPRtt4_t4mVkuACLcBGAs/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />&nbsp;<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWYJnH_xr24/WYj3AS3OLNI/AAAAAAAARok/iEpaR4w1k8kPotGvDtmbluexgyJIMhxfwCLcBGAs/s1600/006a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWYJnH_xr24/WYj3AS3OLNI/AAAAAAAARok/iEpaR4w1k8kPotGvDtmbluexgyJIMhxfwCLcBGAs/s320/006a.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />&nbsp;I started a batch of crock pot oatmeal before I went to bed. Yum!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqYLrrB56mA/WYj3JrGsgtI/AAAAAAAARos/fE4zvijVOIQpRS9qCy25quQtDSGrTLKOQCLcBGAs/s1600/009a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="1600" height="259" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqYLrrB56mA/WYj3JrGsgtI/AAAAAAAARos/fE4zvijVOIQpRS9qCy25quQtDSGrTLKOQCLcBGAs/s320/009a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;The banner and apple came from Target. They had some really cute back to school items.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sFqTrxOXv0/WYj3Vj1zO3I/AAAAAAAARo0/UYskRYa0IQ0dIXSCHPQbc0iFJNjM5J3UgCLcBGAs/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_sFqTrxOXv0/WYj3Vj1zO3I/AAAAAAAARo0/UYskRYa0IQ0dIXSCHPQbc0iFJNjM5J3UgCLcBGAs/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg1-GWuwoEk/WYj3V3-l-mI/AAAAAAAARo4/wUeJTy1eA0AdU3Y0nb6oqgJo7VUc5lJlQCLcBGAs/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg1-GWuwoEk/WYj3V3-l-mI/AAAAAAAARo4/wUeJTy1eA0AdU3Y0nb6oqgJo7VUc5lJlQCLcBGAs/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;After breakfast it was time for the obligatory front porch picture.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBL2JqrghUw/WYj3Ryy3FfI/AAAAAAAARow/dqRHbwdQ07AlDI6Z_8XOK6VhbSbyJIC5QCLcBGAs/s1600/024a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="860" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBL2JqrghUw/WYj3Ryy3FfI/AAAAAAAARow/dqRHbwdQ07AlDI6Z_8XOK6VhbSbyJIC5QCLcBGAs/s320/024a.jpg" width="171" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;It was then time to hit the books.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4iyVeKPr2o/WYj3oEyhefI/AAAAAAAARo8/eQJaJwBBQFc1B6dUUpwLwTMVO92a1OrkgCLcBGAs/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4iyVeKPr2o/WYj3oEyhefI/AAAAAAAARo8/eQJaJwBBQFc1B6dUUpwLwTMVO92a1OrkgCLcBGAs/s320/040.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Isn't math always easier when completed while laying on the kitchen floor? *smile*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh07X4gZYr0/WYj3sk60S_I/AAAAAAAARpE/8Kq-hAj6IxgHmIyLYn4psLQDUZOBwZyCQCLcBGAs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh07X4gZYr0/WYj3sk60S_I/AAAAAAAARpE/8Kq-hAj6IxgHmIyLYn4psLQDUZOBwZyCQCLcBGAs/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Our school day was finished off with the start of a science experiment.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RJONN2hh1s/WYj3o_0AXyI/AAAAAAAARpA/qlyFp-u8LjU0ydYcFaSFkOzCnsiZQRxMgCLcBGAs/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RJONN2hh1s/WYj3o_0AXyI/AAAAAAAARpA/qlyFp-u8LjU0ydYcFaSFkOzCnsiZQRxMgCLcBGAs/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0-KdTavTYM/WYj38RhncJI/AAAAAAAARpM/Xxfh93MgwvE6I-ad2I2Jz6htcujE8M0tACLcBGAs/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0-KdTavTYM/WYj38RhncJI/AAAAAAAARpM/Xxfh93MgwvE6I-ad2I2Jz6htcujE8M0tACLcBGAs/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Then it was time for lunch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yk1-1fYmA54/WYj37FnoyAI/AAAAAAAARpI/TRfk5ENfNOkytv2T1LLC9aeRZsoCvhl7wCLcBGAs/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yk1-1fYmA54/WYj37FnoyAI/AAAAAAAARpI/TRfk5ENfNOkytv2T1LLC9aeRZsoCvhl7wCLcBGAs/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Aren't these trays the cutest?! When I saw them I thought of lunch room trays and knew they would be fun. The set came with matching bowls, cups and even silverware. Cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53DsIRcYlm8/WYj4ATvER0I/AAAAAAAARpQ/7QIdJCyxV2AFH9wf7QIU7pOOdK51oYhvgCLcBGAs/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53DsIRcYlm8/WYj4ATvER0I/AAAAAAAARpQ/7QIdJCyxV2AFH9wf7QIU7pOOdK51oYhvgCLcBGAs/s320/050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;There was free time until it was time for an afternoon snack.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xv4VuegBu9Q/WYj4GHEbtUI/AAAAAAAARpU/1-9Ot10BeyMu66HFvmHIsR_NHYn3CdmMgCLcBGAs/s1600/051a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xv4VuegBu9Q/WYj4GHEbtUI/AAAAAAAARpU/1-9Ot10BeyMu66HFvmHIsR_NHYn3CdmMgCLcBGAs/s320/051a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Snack was enjoyed on the back porch while our read aloud was started.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite moment of the day was when I realized it was 3:30 and Megan was outside playing.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rW1v8xLBIw/WYj4Nnsai7I/AAAAAAAARpc/TSKn6U7lK80UnqGXDmD8kW69EW_zrLoXACLcBGAs/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rW1v8xLBIw/WYj4Nnsai7I/AAAAAAAARpc/TSKn6U7lK80UnqGXDmD8kW69EW_zrLoXACLcBGAs/s320/054.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;In the past we would have been arriving home from school. The rush for snack, homework, and dinner prep would have awaited us. It was such a relaxing feeling to know Megan could be a kid and play without the added stress of more schoolwork. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-Gyxg-uw-o/WYj4LM8wUJI/AAAAAAAARpY/50fynisgfJEuf-4U9OTOetc4dR_gh1UbgCLcBGAs/s1600/059a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G-Gyxg-uw-o/WYj4LM8wUJI/AAAAAAAARpY/50fynisgfJEuf-4U9OTOetc4dR_gh1UbgCLcBGAs/s320/059a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Each time I look over and see the science experiment turned table center piece I smile. I think I'm going to love this!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/08/back-to-school.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-7981120563186064815Fri, 04 Aug 2017 00:47:00 +00002017-08-03T20:47:10.320-04:00NovelJoy in the Everyday<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chapter 8</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">S</span>unday morning dawned and the rain continued to fall. &nbsp;Since Thursday it hadn't been as heavy yet it still fell steadily. &nbsp;Maggie stretched and threw back the covers. She wasn't sure if she had an uneasy feeling due to the rain or because she felt like a fool for her behavior over thinking George broke an engagement to marry her. My, she had some things to learn!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After breakfast George and Maggie took turns reading scripture. &nbsp;Despite the rain the heat and muggy feel of the air had departed. There was actually a pleasant breeze coming through the windows. Maggie was glad there was something to be grateful for with the continued rainfall.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The morning passed quickly. &nbsp;It was comfortable sitting together and talking. The uneasiness Maggie felt upon waking seemed to dissipate. There was a new depth to their relationship since they cleared the air about Vivian. &nbsp;Harry had been a subject discussed several times and George felt good to speak freely and fondly of his long ago friend. &nbsp;There was even laughter over some of their boyhood antics. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">He had come to the conclusion that calling Vivian ,Viv did add some intimacy and he would no longer call her Viv. He would not let the sorrow over losing Harry allow for behavior that was out of line for their now adult stature. He hated that Maggie had been hurt in the misunderstanding but he was glad that it opened his eyes to his short coming in the situation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After a simple Sunday dinner of ham steaks, green beans with potatoes and cornbread George asked Maggie to join him on a walk.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"With the break in the clouds and rain I wouldn't mind getting out. &nbsp;Would you be interesed in a soggy walk over the hill to the pond?" George asked.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sounds great! &nbsp;I am starting to feel a bit of cabin fever only venturing as far as the porch." Maggie said as she smiled. "Let me clean up dinner and I will be ready."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I can't let you go stir crazy. &nbsp;Let's get the dishes done and get out of here!" George declared.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was a muddy, slick mess as they treked up the hill. When they reached the top and started down Maggies' footing slipped a little. George reached for her hand to steady her and didn't let it go as they continuted on.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Betty and Jake must have had the same idea. &nbsp;When Maggie steadied herself she heard Jake yell to them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Lookie what the cat drug out." Jake yelled in a kidding tone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It took a minute for them to respond as they needed to watch their step down the rest of the hill. Plus they were both struck silent by the size of the pond.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I guess we all had the same idea. I don't remember the pond ever being so large. Do you, Jake?" Betty asked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I don't recogin I do." Jake replied. &nbsp;"We had years with lots of rain just never this much at one time."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They all started walking to the toward the narrow end of the pond so they wouldn't have to yell. &nbsp;Betty took notice that George hadn't let go of Maggie's hand since she started to slip coming over the hill. &nbsp;That made her happy. &nbsp;Happy indeed.</div><div style="text-align: left;">After a little bit of chit chat the men moved over to the edge of the Peterson cornfield. Maggie thought it looked more like a creek then a cornfield. Maggie and Betty hung back some.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"How worried is George?" Betty asked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"He isn't saying much but he keeps taking his coffee out to the porch. It seems he does more staring out at the horizon then drinking."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Yes Ma'am, I've been seeing the same thing. &nbsp;I think we might be in for a mightly long year. Looks like us girls will have to get creative making do. Jake and I have been through hard times but I don't think any have been as hard as what is coming. Jake said he thinks all of the crop will be lost." Betty shook her head as she continued &nbsp;"The only advise I will give you is to love your man, support your man, and make things as easy for him as possible. Most importantly pray and lean on the Lord."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie nodded. &nbsp;She had been wondering about the crop. "I know you said that you would be sharing the produce you put up. &nbsp;If you can't spare them now I understand." Maggie softly said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oh no! I wouldn't think of not sharing. I always put up enough for us, George and then some. As my Mother always said "make hay while the sun shines." That is exactly what I do. I can until there is nothing let to can. You never know when that rainy day might come."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie could help but chuckle.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I guess the rainy day has come!" Betty laughed. "I made a chocolate cake would you all like to come up for a slice?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie hoped so as she enjoyed chocolate cake. "Let me check with George."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sounds great! Chocolate cake would be a good ending to the fine dinner I had." George said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie blushed. It had been a quick, easy meal and nothing for George to go on about. She smiled as they started for the house.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It didn't go unnoticed by Betty or Maggie that George slipped his hand into Maggies as they started off.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Betty, this cake is delicious! Of course I am partial to chocolate." Maggie delared.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Let me get you another slice."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"No, thank you, I couldn't." Maggie said shyly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Well, I don't know about you but I could use a little more. How about we split a slice." George said with a wink.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The afternoon soon slipped into evening and Betty pulled the leftover ham out of the icebox and insisted everyone stay for sandwiches. She served a tangy potato salad beside it.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"George, have you been up the orchard recently." Betty inquired.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"No, I haven't. I imagine the McIntosh should be about ready." George replied.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"That's what I was thinking also. We'll have to make our way up there soon. Maggie and I will need to get busy and preserve all we can. Plus there might be some we could share or sell." Betty said.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"That's my girl, always thinking." Jake beamed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie started to think of all the ways she could use apples. She hoped the harvest would be good. She had noticed George seemed to be partial to apple pie and it would be good to dry some for the winter.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">George came in from the porch as Maggie was wiping off the table. "We should head over the hill soon. I want the light to be good so we don't fall."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I'll be along shortly." Maggie replied.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Let me send some cake and a few slices of ham for breakfast." Betty said as she pulled out a knife. "I'll pack this up and send you on your way. The work is almost done in here and I can finish the rest."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie always enjoyed her time with the Petersons. &nbsp;She felt refreshed as they climbed the hill. She was sliently giving praise when the skies open up and it once again began to pour.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">George and Maggie raced down the hill slipping and sliding. &nbsp;They were sopping wet and both laughing by the time they reached the back porch. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Once they could stop giggling like school children George sent Maggie in for a warm bath while he went to do the barn chores. When she came out she found that George had changed into his bed clothes and was sitting in his chair in prayer. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie quietly went to the kitchen to make some cocoa. George joined her as she was pouring it into cups.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"This is exactly what I needed." George said as he took a cup.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Should you bathe to warm up?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"No need. &nbsp;This will warm me up. Thank you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"You're welcome. George, Betty said that Jake thinks all of the crop will be lost."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">With defeat in his voice George said, "I pray he is wrong, but I believe he is correct. I'm afraid that before the fields will have a chance to dry the crop will mold and rot."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maggie reached over and placed her hand on top of Georges'. &nbsp;"There have been many times in my life that I have worried about tomorrow. More times then I would like to admit. &nbsp;There is a verse that I turn to when I am uncertain of the future. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. &nbsp;Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. From Matthew. 6:34."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">George smiled at Maggie and reached over and put his other hand on top of hers. He knew with the Lord and Maggie he would be alright regarless of the harvest.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/08/joy-in-everyday.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-3735649617340017666Wed, 02 Aug 2017 11:42:00 +00002017-08-02T07:42:48.072-04:00Family LifeJoy in the Ordinary<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Look around, really look around and you will find joy... joy in the everyday... joy in the ordinary things.</span></strong><br /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span></span><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtidYEqPpbQ/WYG15QLNP7I/AAAAAAAARnI/7q-bZxjFTno0KD480j0fJ4-ai4_Q-K0OwCLcBGAs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtidYEqPpbQ/WYG15QLNP7I/AAAAAAAARnI/7q-bZxjFTno0KD480j0fJ4-ai4_Q-K0OwCLcBGAs/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: start;">From the rising of the sun to its going down</span><br /><span class="text Ps-113-3" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; position: relative; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: large;">The&nbsp;<span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span>’s name&nbsp;<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">is</i>&nbsp;to be praised.</span></span><h1 class="passage-display" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 500; line-height: 1.1; margin: 0px 0px 20px;"><span class="passage-display-bcv" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-right: 10px;">Psalm 113:3</span></h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm3LSmM_EM0/WYG2Lh7MVNI/AAAAAAAARnQ/o7lUHKKl-YA5Y1oLBwyrtJTvxMyqYc85QCLcBGAs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm3LSmM_EM0/WYG2Lh7MVNI/AAAAAAAARnQ/o7lUHKKl-YA5Y1oLBwyrtJTvxMyqYc85QCLcBGAs/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The little birdies flew the coop. It was adorable hearing then chirp and watching Mama and Daddy Bird attend to them. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZulSOJ9Ox48/WYG2QnHEZDI/AAAAAAAARnU/aZxkJLsowBcTm7OU19cz8vMIRJ5iAAu5gCLcBGAs/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZulSOJ9Ox48/WYG2QnHEZDI/AAAAAAAARnU/aZxkJLsowBcTm7OU19cz8vMIRJ5iAAu5gCLcBGAs/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Garden bounty is finally being enjoyed.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MH1IwED0ois/WYG2ImYRu7I/AAAAAAAARnM/PFc6Nq76toU0IN3lwYfq9aVtBS0RdFbuACLcBGAs/s1600/039a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="859" data-original-width="1600" height="171" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MH1IwED0ois/WYG2ImYRu7I/AAAAAAAARnM/PFc6Nq76toU0IN3lwYfq9aVtBS0RdFbuACLcBGAs/s320/039a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;We hurried outside to watch the F-16's fly over our home after they were in our city for a race.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-1fZPyBlX4/WYG5lMMmmsI/AAAAAAAARno/N5ah175klW8-vXOvhiRJz6jva1j_6aIoACLcBGAs/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-1fZPyBlX4/WYG5lMMmmsI/AAAAAAAARno/N5ah175klW8-vXOvhiRJz6jva1j_6aIoACLcBGAs/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>It almost feels like spring with all of the rain we have been receiving. Especially since we are cutting grass sometimes twice a week. &nbsp;Crazy!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVsgbPWQOxI/WYG2ZVCN83I/AAAAAAAARnc/WxgSdWc3Q80JioTfV7pF-HWJkCgBU6lowCLcBGAs/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVsgbPWQOxI/WYG2ZVCN83I/AAAAAAAARnc/WxgSdWc3Q80JioTfV7pF-HWJkCgBU6lowCLcBGAs/s320/062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The rain does make for pretty flowers. I love it when the window boxes fill out enough that the flowers can be seen from the inside.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/08/joy-in-ordinary.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-845793876888797959Tue, 01 Aug 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-08-01T06:00:04.576-04:00Family LifeA Little Chit Chat<div style="text-align: center;">Can you believe that it's the first of August? I can't! Time keeps marching on, which I suppose is how it's meant to go. &nbsp;The first of the month means that it is grocery day. I have been busy straightening the pantry, freezer and making my list. I plan to hit the stores first thing in the morning. I like to shop when it isn't busy.&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Megan received an invite to join her Papaw and a couple of cousins for the day. I dropped her off yesterday morning and headed back to a quiet home. &nbsp;I took full advantage of the quiet. I needed to take care of some business. Making appointments and such. Then I knew with the change coming to our routine I needed some slooooow time. I made lunch and headed out to the back porch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwB5-oMlM90/WX-I7-w3rBI/AAAAAAAARmE/z8PkxHJkXwo_AblqURHuJzPNljxx3-JoQCLcBGAs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwB5-oMlM90/WX-I7-w3rBI/AAAAAAAARmE/z8PkxHJkXwo_AblqURHuJzPNljxx3-JoQCLcBGAs/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I spent some time in prayer after lunch. I had a list of people I wanted to pray for. &nbsp; I then made a list of words to describe how I want our little homeschool to feel. I prayed about our homeschool year and then spent some time in the Word.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I read from one my favorite books, Proverbs. &nbsp;The following verse spoke to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvju9Go5cqU/WX-JMT2S1tI/AAAAAAAARmI/26Xhtm-rjkMwckL2ddctciOkawBJLSmMgCLcBGAs/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvju9Go5cqU/WX-JMT2S1tI/AAAAAAAARmI/26Xhtm-rjkMwckL2ddctciOkawBJLSmMgCLcBGAs/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">That is exactly what I needed to hear. As we begin our new adventure to trust in Him, lean on Him, acknowlege Him and let Him direct our path. Yes!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I have been busy planning for the coming school year. I purchased this cart to hold our daily items. It's been fun to get things organized!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zUDO5QVZJ_c/WX-JgjZMJcI/AAAAAAAARmM/5Xzp6U7VLu41Gg-NU40Cep6yl8HGUaNiwCLcBGAs/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zUDO5QVZJ_c/WX-JgjZMJcI/AAAAAAAARmM/5Xzp6U7VLu41Gg-NU40Cep6yl8HGUaNiwCLcBGAs/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">As with all things I've had a little anxiety about homeschooling. (Honestly, I have anxiety about everything! It's who I am. *wink*) &nbsp; I prayed about it, talk to my biggest supporter, Chuck, and I feel at peace about things. We are ready to go!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">After a summer spent on the go I am ready to get back into a routine and spend more time at home. As you know, home is my happy place!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Chuck surprised me by taking off work a couple of hours early. It was super nice to have some time with just the two of us. We went out for a little date. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lSj8QY_RMY/WX-J6Kw-oaI/AAAAAAAARmU/BJir9fEnJ30S6Be6TSPjqi1Jksxa87yVgCLcBGAs/s1600/cupcake%2Bshop%2B4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="1076" height="256" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6lSj8QY_RMY/WX-J6Kw-oaI/AAAAAAAARmU/BJir9fEnJ30S6Be6TSPjqi1Jksxa87yVgCLcBGAs/s320/cupcake%2Bshop%2B4a.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">He took me to the cutest cupcake shop!</div>&nbsp;<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0ovI_57-ck/WX-KClT5jtI/AAAAAAAARmY/BSvJhNoq438i1qSADzaRaQZ6JniPZKLfwCLcBGAs/s1600/cupcake%2Bshop%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0ovI_57-ck/WX-KClT5jtI/AAAAAAAARmY/BSvJhNoq438i1qSADzaRaQZ6JniPZKLfwCLcBGAs/s320/cupcake%2Bshop%2B3.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We shared a huge, delicious ebony and ivory cupcake. Yum!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jvL91TBhdU/WX-Kcms8ZFI/AAAAAAAARmc/I3z6YWqpeMghCHniSRBdnNb51AUXAQB-wCLcBGAs/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1jvL91TBhdU/WX-Kcms8ZFI/AAAAAAAARmc/I3z6YWqpeMghCHniSRBdnNb51AUXAQB-wCLcBGAs/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was wonderful to sit with my guy and have a nice long, uninterrupted conversation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-K4UKWY0hA/WX-KpKmN9LI/AAAAAAAARmg/UBZlPFjACFwHD4P0Q5mbkIOpSHcOTJp6wCLcBGAs/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-K4UKWY0hA/WX-KpKmN9LI/AAAAAAAARmg/UBZlPFjACFwHD4P0Q5mbkIOpSHcOTJp6wCLcBGAs/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are looking for some encouragement as a homemaker I recommend you check out this blog&nbsp;<a href="http://whenqueensrideby.blogspot.com/">When Queens Ride By</a>. Be sure to start at the very beginning right <a href="http://whenqueensrideby.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-queens-ride-bythe-beginning.html">here</a>.<br /><br />&nbsp;I imagine many of you will recognize the first story as I have read it many times on different blogs and such. What I didn't know is that the story continued. I really enjoyed it and am sad that it looks like she is no longer writing. If you check it out let me know if you enjoyed it also.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Grocery shopping awaits and then I have to get busy at home. We received a text on Sunday from a cousin. They are camping in Kentucky and will be coming through our area on Friday. They were looking for a place to pitch their tent on their way home back to Iowa. It will be great catching up with them! &nbsp;As you know when company is coming you need to put a little spit and polish on things. *smile* I've enjoyed chatting, but now I must run.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/08/a-little-chit-chat.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-4945998965118320407Mon, 31 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-07-31T06:00:44.424-04:00ChristmasFamily LifeHomekeepingA Day in My Life #13<div style="text-align: center;">I woke up a little after 7. My guy was awake and we snuggle until 7:30. Yeah for Saturday mornings! Once up I headed to the kitchen. &nbsp;I started to brown some sausage, got biscuits ready to go in the oven and set the table. When the sausage was ready I hit the shower. I then put the biscuits into the oven and started making gravy.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After breakfast Chuck loads the dishwasher.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kMU8UjHnfQ/WX072AwiJGI/AAAAAAAARjs/byDLjUOhlQ4IyMunBbYo6vlx7Cp3K0d2QCLcBGAs/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kMU8UjHnfQ/WX072AwiJGI/AAAAAAAARjs/byDLjUOhlQ4IyMunBbYo6vlx7Cp3K0d2QCLcBGAs/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Megan and I head out to start a load of laundry.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYGQpgwP5PI/WX073NwfkjI/AAAAAAAARjw/Am4pZfUFxDcvVwGXcHBJVipeRGgdDKmYwCLcBGAs/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYGQpgwP5PI/WX073NwfkjI/AAAAAAAARjw/Am4pZfUFxDcvVwGXcHBJVipeRGgdDKmYwCLcBGAs/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once laundry was in the works I went back in to help Chuck tidy the kitchen.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4L-Tlm_QUT0/WX073jxsVlI/AAAAAAAARj0/YmoGKkbD5wccRqKpl1JbovV6B0mPktygACLcBGAs/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4L-Tlm_QUT0/WX073jxsVlI/AAAAAAAARj0/YmoGKkbD5wccRqKpl1JbovV6B0mPktygACLcBGAs/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A little after 9 beds were made and then I head outside to do some ironing.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ykjgTF41fg/WX08OgsswCI/AAAAAAAARj8/SXR52Z23-fUEJFxPFCYRby986kGj6QglQCLcBGAs/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ykjgTF41fg/WX08OgsswCI/AAAAAAAARj8/SXR52Z23-fUEJFxPFCYRby986kGj6QglQCLcBGAs/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcYBqC9Xw0M/WX08nDvqw_I/AAAAAAAARkA/xqerQK7FZt4b3C48CxadhLQAuep2zdajwCLcBGAs/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcYBqC9Xw0M/WX08nDvqw_I/AAAAAAAARkA/xqerQK7FZt4b3C48CxadhLQAuep2zdajwCLcBGAs/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was super peaceful. All I could hear was the rustle of the leaves, birds chirping and the wind chimes.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7hYJ4l68EY/WX08LEbOkDI/AAAAAAAARj4/0Dttc-Pt7rcZbSObmhMPZG4-AQyMCu_qgCLcBGAs/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7hYJ4l68EY/WX08LEbOkDI/AAAAAAAARj4/0Dttc-Pt7rcZbSObmhMPZG4-AQyMCu_qgCLcBGAs/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I image my entire community needed this kind of morning after the last few days. On Thursday afternoon, less then a mile from my home, a police officer was shot and killed. It is really hard for us to wrap our heads around this. There was a traffic accident and when the officer tried to help the driver, who was in an overturned car, he fired on the officer. Although we are a suburb of a large city our area is quiet and these things just don't happen in my little area. My hearts breaks a little more each time I drive past the area.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CeVmbrpnZ1Q/WX1Bwwf-XjI/AAAAAAAARlM/hvPBuG72mL4rPl3U3UYP-7pIcwsISjt9ACLcBGAs/s1600/Lt.%2BAllan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="213" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CeVmbrpnZ1Q/WX1Bwwf-XjI/AAAAAAAARlM/hvPBuG72mL4rPl3U3UYP-7pIcwsISjt9ACLcBGAs/s320/Lt.%2BAllan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After ironing I switch laundry and start to weed. Oh my! All of my flowers beds are out of control. I hit this one first.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OvhVGttPpM/WX08y01Y3aI/AAAAAAAARkE/f0NrwPFeJIIapIm8XyfnPcVdkeiBSdb-gCLcBGAs/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OvhVGttPpM/WX08y01Y3aI/AAAAAAAARkE/f0NrwPFeJIIapIm8XyfnPcVdkeiBSdb-gCLcBGAs/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Much, much better.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZDb3KrJlBU/WX089hAfnkI/AAAAAAAARkI/AQjyi__ddng_3qc-ok4SGm0g-f8ggBnWACLcBGAs/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZDb3KrJlBU/WX089hAfnkI/AAAAAAAARkI/AQjyi__ddng_3qc-ok4SGm0g-f8ggBnWACLcBGAs/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is now almost 11.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj5zIbJDD0A/WX08_CjQ1lI/AAAAAAAARkM/5DHUnhBWUmgdXiP_QXNl-GVpUC6hYjKVQCLcBGAs/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj5zIbJDD0A/WX08_CjQ1lI/AAAAAAAARkM/5DHUnhBWUmgdXiP_QXNl-GVpUC6hYjKVQCLcBGAs/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I sit on the back porch and fold laundry while I watch Megan polish rocks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niLUdWAJMlU/WX09F-WUv5I/AAAAAAAARkQ/NDFkmm5pABQO8Nx-RhTEwLcKeRlTuOWCwCLcBGAs/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niLUdWAJMlU/WX09F-WUv5I/AAAAAAAARkQ/NDFkmm5pABQO8Nx-RhTEwLcKeRlTuOWCwCLcBGAs/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I put the laundry away and move on to another area to start weeding. &nbsp;Megan comes and says she is hungry. I make her something quick to eat as it's almost 12:30.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdgQPZ_vdDo/WX09QInymWI/AAAAAAAARkY/qw07Jf6HaFgOGC6xGsVjVSIfA_OKreuFACLcBGAs/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdgQPZ_vdDo/WX09QInymWI/AAAAAAAARkY/qw07Jf6HaFgOGC6xGsVjVSIfA_OKreuFACLcBGAs/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chuck has been working on his own project while I have been working in the flower beds. He steps over and says he needs to make a trip out to the hardware store. The post he was intending to sand and repaint is rotten at the bottom and needs to be replaced. While Megan finishes lunch we get a few things ready to take with us.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gaGgrHvPnQ/WX09QO3Z7jI/AAAAAAAARkU/rzdr810HWjwRDLZB0TFCkdYxOC1YGO7YACLcBGAs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gaGgrHvPnQ/WX09QO3Z7jI/AAAAAAAARkU/rzdr810HWjwRDLZB0TFCkdYxOC1YGO7YACLcBGAs/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our first stop is to recycle. We drop off the plastic and glass items. Then it's off to a local church to drop off our paper recycle.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUum1VGyuoQ/WX09a28ubTI/AAAAAAAARkc/JUkm7COq87Eri82WYRpMIrREZrhzPoJggCLcBGAs/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUum1VGyuoQ/WX09a28ubTI/AAAAAAAARkc/JUkm7COq87Eri82WYRpMIrREZrhzPoJggCLcBGAs/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chuck offers to buy me a sandwich. &nbsp;My, what a big sandwich it is! I actually had two and they were plenty.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmHuHyyRea4/WX09gyn81NI/AAAAAAAARkk/7l49knWTu7kjzCMarUjHn-N1z6l1135CwCLcBGAs/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmHuHyyRea4/WX09gyn81NI/AAAAAAAARkk/7l49knWTu7kjzCMarUjHn-N1z6l1135CwCLcBGAs/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2Ep5fF1OYM/WX09fSMFsnI/AAAAAAAARkg/jWKIf3Y75h4gY4Z2zd8fnjO85U6D-aVhACLcBGAs/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2Ep5fF1OYM/WX09fSMFsnI/AAAAAAAARkg/jWKIf3Y75h4gY4Z2zd8fnjO85U6D-aVhACLcBGAs/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A quick trip into the hardware store and then we are back home by 1:30. I continue to weed and my little helper is by my side.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB6W-tfK44c/WX09_ZwTOeI/AAAAAAAARkw/wrw9GFGMRBMJgL7wQzqPthW_XN2SSnvPQCLcBGAs/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JB6W-tfK44c/WX09_ZwTOeI/AAAAAAAARkw/wrw9GFGMRBMJgL7wQzqPthW_XN2SSnvPQCLcBGAs/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chuck realizes he needs another tool. He and Megan hop in the truck and head to my parents to borrow it. They come back with garden fresh goodies!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IilTut62RJY/WX091lhDcPI/AAAAAAAARks/Tq5_V-npQbkrvwk6KSrk8QerNURexoqxQCLcBGAs/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IilTut62RJY/WX091lhDcPI/AAAAAAAARks/Tq5_V-npQbkrvwk6KSrk8QerNURexoqxQCLcBGAs/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to work in my flower beds and finish at almost 5 o'clock. I then take over a task Chuck was working on so he can work on his project.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76q4vSZqA2c/WX091DO5kZI/AAAAAAAARko/r6VR1yMvpX0pK_-x4izFok1uGG3PV-czwCLcBGAs/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76q4vSZqA2c/WX091DO5kZI/AAAAAAAARko/r6VR1yMvpX0pK_-x4izFok1uGG3PV-czwCLcBGAs/s320/050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are trying to not buy a new bracket but in the end we have to. I couldn't get all of the black paint off around the wording. &nbsp;It's now 6 and I head in to start dinner while Megan and Chuck go back to the hardware store to buy a new bracket.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I made the sides and when Chuck returns he grills the chicken. It's almost 7 when we sit down for dinner. This is a very late meal for us.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThrX9w6TBpw/WX0-TOdsnsI/AAAAAAAARk0/Phh29KvDCLwbkKdWwxxUspRi6FVzPSLTgCLcBGAs/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ThrX9w6TBpw/WX0-TOdsnsI/AAAAAAAARk0/Phh29KvDCLwbkKdWwxxUspRi6FVzPSLTgCLcBGAs/s320/056.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After dinner we complete Chuck's project. Instead of purchasing another wooden post he decided to use plastic. He said it could be painted black, like the previous post, but I opted to leave it white. I worried about how the paint would hold up. We need a cap for the post but the store we were at didn't have a plastic one available. That will be an easy add on later.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HGqZIC5kzE/WX0-Yd2kPBI/AAAAAAAARk8/p2QkXCAUCC471KPUXP_zWaOMj6bJK_WmwCLcBGAs/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HGqZIC5kzE/WX0-Yd2kPBI/AAAAAAAARk8/p2QkXCAUCC471KPUXP_zWaOMj6bJK_WmwCLcBGAs/s320/068.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love to have Old Glory flying once again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once this is done it's a little after 8. We all head in and get in our pajamas. We watch a little TV and then I go in to unload the dishwasher.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_5r-55RswI/WX0-Xw4SpGI/AAAAAAAARk4/AIUcE_VcQGYbwFSzXMGX6dH7BL1E9neTgCLcBGAs/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_5r-55RswI/WX0-Xw4SpGI/AAAAAAAARk4/AIUcE_VcQGYbwFSzXMGX6dH7BL1E9neTgCLcBGAs/s320/070.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I then set the table and pull out the waffle maker, mixing bowl and waffle mix. Sunday mornings run much smoother with a little planning.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaSMAH62a20/WX0-dqMj8NI/AAAAAAAARlA/uQoKsPgLoBcQW6Wi_jEUC0gtX0vFd9KiQCLcBGAs/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaSMAH62a20/WX0-dqMj8NI/AAAAAAAARlA/uQoKsPgLoBcQW6Wi_jEUC0gtX0vFd9KiQCLcBGAs/s320/072.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's now 9:30 and I am the only one still up. Not for long though! I think we are all looking forward to a day of rest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/a-day-in-my-life-13.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-2528493127530804634Wed, 26 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-07-26T06:00:04.813-04:00Family LifeJoy in the Ordinary<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Look around, really look around and you will find joy... joy in the everyday... joy in the ordinary things.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong>Using goodies fresh from the garden to put together a pot roast.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7J6xsNnlSHg/WW9MdbIB0hI/AAAAAAAARg4/WcdneZbbKKQC3C5Ac6lHucrb2U_MMwvfACLcBGAs/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7J6xsNnlSHg/WW9MdbIB0hI/AAAAAAAARg4/WcdneZbbKKQC3C5Ac6lHucrb2U_MMwvfACLcBGAs/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Making sugar cookies.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGVcT6tECfI/WW9MmSPIiEI/AAAAAAAARg8/YkGue6UyE1Mdh1EDC3EdGV0L5-q21BYsACLcBGAs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGVcT6tECfI/WW9MmSPIiEI/AAAAAAAARg8/YkGue6UyE1Mdh1EDC3EdGV0L5-q21BYsACLcBGAs/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Cinnamon roll monkey bread. Find out how <a href="http://polka-dottyplace.blogspot.com/2014/11/cinnamon-roll-monkey-bread.html">here</a>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KynT6n0xNaE/WW9Mpi3kPnI/AAAAAAAARhA/Z0ai1UXJXTE7MPgN5AEZRxmlaPj38PO1ACLcBGAs/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KynT6n0xNaE/WW9Mpi3kPnI/AAAAAAAARhA/Z0ai1UXJXTE7MPgN5AEZRxmlaPj38PO1ACLcBGAs/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9zGF29Lwi0/WW9M8LS_owI/AAAAAAAARhE/wlLN_LJ6QCQg7jIftWnb2N-4bkM9VF8bACLcBGAs/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9zGF29Lwi0/WW9M8LS_owI/AAAAAAAARhE/wlLN_LJ6QCQg7jIftWnb2N-4bkM9VF8bACLcBGAs/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Megan is the queen of the upside down selfie. I can't tell you how many of these I find. :)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8D993WdrM8/WW9N6PTdmnI/AAAAAAAARhY/SlTleU94I0QVS5TgDBPQkhlaPmbcHi_EgCLcBGAs/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8D993WdrM8/WW9N6PTdmnI/AAAAAAAARhY/SlTleU94I0QVS5TgDBPQkhlaPmbcHi_EgCLcBGAs/s320/068.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Peeling potatoes for dinner.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MQJfI4nV-k/WW9Nn6XFKhI/AAAAAAAARhM/5c7rMiHXfA4s03pLHL-5T-wn29efaLtAwCLcBGAs/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MQJfI4nV-k/WW9Nn6XFKhI/AAAAAAAARhM/5c7rMiHXfA4s03pLHL-5T-wn29efaLtAwCLcBGAs/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;The beginning of something tasty.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt5S9gNIy98/WW9N6PWXePI/AAAAAAAARhU/5mzuJEvYeow62mXLjfoUVXV59-dVcfGPgCLcBGAs/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt5S9gNIy98/WW9N6PWXePI/AAAAAAAARhU/5mzuJEvYeow62mXLjfoUVXV59-dVcfGPgCLcBGAs/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />&nbsp;Another picture? No thanks!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MibLol1WWVk/WW9N-dVAlTI/AAAAAAAARhc/6af2gj4qvygG0Qg5CToLaXHPwFkz3HopACLcBGAs/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MibLol1WWVk/WW9N-dVAlTI/AAAAAAAARhc/6af2gj4qvygG0Qg5CToLaXHPwFkz3HopACLcBGAs/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Out and about with some of my favorite girls.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIOJdpomod4/WW9OJM5UBsI/AAAAAAAARhk/Gg8qyVeH8Ls6IP50lt4WvLHsPYeG834JQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIOJdpomod4/WW9OJM5UBsI/AAAAAAAARhk/Gg8qyVeH8Ls6IP50lt4WvLHsPYeG834JQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Added a pop to our oreo shakes. (straws found at the Target Dollar Spot)<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g2Gu4i5fsuE/WW9OJJCG-jI/AAAAAAAARhg/Gv6JQtbOO0oHweOTQ8rLoTk10NoYhg_2wCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g2Gu4i5fsuE/WW9OJJCG-jI/AAAAAAAARhg/Gv6JQtbOO0oHweOTQ8rLoTk10NoYhg_2wCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/joy-in-ordinary_26.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-626660093047398050Tue, 25 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-07-25T06:00:03.166-04:00Home ProjectsThe Tuesday Tackle #12<div style="text-align: center;">Today will be another painting edition. *smile* &nbsp;The outside of the door that leads into the garage received a fresh coat of paint. &nbsp;I had previously used some leftover stain, Navajo Red, from our barn. I always hated it because it didn't clean well.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2sEyE9qzTo/WXZgFdXvDaI/AAAAAAAARjM/31pFx9HBq8YrwjRwIW6BNzpoBSGAqoafQCLcBGAs/s1600/095a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="865" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2sEyE9qzTo/WXZgFdXvDaI/AAAAAAAARjM/31pFx9HBq8YrwjRwIW6BNzpoBSGAqoafQCLcBGAs/s320/095a.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's the only door original our home. This 1953 door looks a ton better although it still a little rough in person. We'll say that it has character!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Another door that needed some work is the door between the house and garage. In this picture you get a glimpse of the door frame. Once upon a time there was a retractable screen door here and when it was removed it pulled off the paint. The door frame has been like this for more years then I care to admit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rkhit328FJU/WXY6UiOmNzI/AAAAAAAARic/unmOtMW2wes8pOAK_ZuXHFlZP0wPfYBmwCLcBGAs/s1600/010a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="707" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rkhit328FJU/WXY6UiOmNzI/AAAAAAAARic/unmOtMW2wes8pOAK_ZuXHFlZP0wPfYBmwCLcBGAs/s320/010a.jpg" width="141" /></a></div>The door had seen better days. The paint was peeling when we moved in 16 years ago. At the time there were more pressing things to tackle. That meant this door was lightly scraped and a new coat of paint was applied. I'm sure you can imagine how well that made the door look. I thought I had taken a before picture of the door but apparently I didn't. There isn't one to be found. Sigh.&nbsp;</div><span id="goog_1128499820"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Paint remover was applied and we were on our way. It was interesting to see the paint through the years. It started out as yellow on the side in the house and teal on the garage side. That would have been the original 1950's color. Then it went to a horrible green for the 60's. The 70's brought in a brown color and then it was painted off white and then eventually white.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">After the paint layers were removed, it was sanded, primed and a fresh coat of white paint was applied. Once the door was finished Chuck installed some trim around the door frame and then it was chalked and given a coat of paint.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-jB0BtVgak/WXZdqOUFF8I/AAAAAAAARiw/MtnZfRYdy9cNq9togBHFgfE92BHAlh_awCLcBGAs/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-jB0BtVgak/WXZdqOUFF8I/AAAAAAAARiw/MtnZfRYdy9cNq9togBHFgfE92BHAlh_awCLcBGAs/s320/083.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah... much better... but...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9azUiG2TREU/WXZePTAOSqI/AAAAAAAARi4/2UB27fm4-Ss4lYRZIjjPkp0zTWULKbDUQCLcBGAs/s1600/081a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="931" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9azUiG2TREU/WXZePTAOSqI/AAAAAAAARi4/2UB27fm4-Ss4lYRZIjjPkp0zTWULKbDUQCLcBGAs/s320/081a.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">it's missing something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ei4tXwGpIM/WXZd8ZhjZHI/AAAAAAAARi0/YcQqytuTKe82s1bHHvxWHEtCVXH-UqaIQCEwYBhgL/s1600/089a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="860" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ei4tXwGpIM/WXZd8ZhjZHI/AAAAAAAARi0/YcQqytuTKe82s1bHHvxWHEtCVXH-UqaIQCEwYBhgL/s320/089a.jpg" width="171" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanted the door to look pretty even if it is only seen by us and close family members. Let's face it you should be keeping home to make it a haven for you and your family and not for those who occasionally visit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44fzHEnedMY/WXZezveC00I/AAAAAAAARjA/vLwZ-2AaCuEIKYAv4EEp83JW0OLiNEQXgCLcBGAs/s1600/092a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44fzHEnedMY/WXZezveC00I/AAAAAAAARjA/vLwZ-2AaCuEIKYAv4EEp83JW0OLiNEQXgCLcBGAs/s320/092a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I used the cherry fabric leftover from the laundry makeover to make the wreath. I cut the fabric into 1x5 strips and tied them onto wire wreath form in my craft stash. It was part of an old wreath that had seen better day. &nbsp;This rag wreath was basically completed for no cost since I used items that were leftovers. Easy and you can find a ton of how tos on Pinterest.&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What projects have you tackled in the last week? Tune in next Tuesday to see what homemaking debt I tackle. &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!&nbsp;</div><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-tuesday-tackle-12.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-12785158570678996Mon, 24 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-07-24T06:00:15.990-04:00Family LifeA Day in My Life #12<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Monday, July 11 </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I awoke to a dark house and the sound of rain about 7:30. &nbsp;It is one of those days when it's hard to climb out of bed. I finally pulled myself out at 7:45. &nbsp;I had my quiet time and then looked at blogs.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08g1gW86Gzo/WWVtN9Q7f6I/AAAAAAAAReo/Vp7bFeP-gtUv04dPJAqgayXZ86Oi9VhUQCLcBGAs/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08g1gW86Gzo/WWVtN9Q7f6I/AAAAAAAAReo/Vp7bFeP-gtUv04dPJAqgayXZ86Oi9VhUQCLcBGAs/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By now a wave of thunderstorms is rolling through. I regret not getting into the shower as soon as I got up. My mom calls and while we are chit chatting Megan comes out. There is a break in the storms so I hit the shower and send Megan to get dressed. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is now after 9 and Megan asked if she can make pancakes.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QerOYDQ73Ts/WWVtU81XfKI/AAAAAAAARes/lJr1xgl0SVwoMOram6r5S1GFoUH5ImT2ACLcBGAs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QerOYDQ73Ts/WWVtU81XfKI/AAAAAAAARes/lJr1xgl0SVwoMOram6r5S1GFoUH5ImT2ACLcBGAs/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She did well... yum!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--p2k-TfubDw/WWVtXQhhxuI/AAAAAAAARew/6ryi2p3PTI8HqLOrDjOGF-A3WSnJk7tsACLcBGAs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--p2k-TfubDw/WWVtXQhhxuI/AAAAAAAARew/6ryi2p3PTI8HqLOrDjOGF-A3WSnJk7tsACLcBGAs/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrxsh9dS_h8/WWVtlV2BsHI/AAAAAAAARe0/rASXNfrwt5QbjB4c_yMPxStCP5uDY3BlQCLcBGAs/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrxsh9dS_h8/WWVtlV2BsHI/AAAAAAAARe0/rASXNfrwt5QbjB4c_yMPxStCP5uDY3BlQCLcBGAs/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After breakfast I start laundry and Megan goes to tidy her room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TGuNbFhjoU/WWVtsU3IY8I/AAAAAAAARe4/iQ194wE0znwfLbRJPPElF9v4KrrZj5sdACLcBGAs/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TGuNbFhjoU/WWVtsU3IY8I/AAAAAAAARe4/iQ194wE0znwfLbRJPPElF9v4KrrZj5sdACLcBGAs/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I spend some time in the kitchen putting together a lasagna for dinner.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2-91Olby0o/WWVttKtBD_I/AAAAAAAARe8/7PXcZG24a8AWAO93is0PwyE1gWCPQ17UwCLcBGAs/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2-91Olby0o/WWVttKtBD_I/AAAAAAAARe8/7PXcZG24a8AWAO93is0PwyE1gWCPQ17UwCLcBGAs/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I am finished I clean the kitchen. &nbsp;I pop out to change the load of laundry and then return to mop the floor.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AylBa7LguR0/WWVt6GRM6mI/AAAAAAAARfA/nB6_VscWwoo8JMmCaQnLeax53bFD0klkgCLcBGAs/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AylBa7LguR0/WWVt6GRM6mI/AAAAAAAARfA/nB6_VscWwoo8JMmCaQnLeax53bFD0klkgCLcBGAs/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After that it is break time for me. I head out to back porch and watch the rain fall.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxle7rnddnA/WWVuAbfaIVI/AAAAAAAARfE/d7nNupLg9PozN4HEPl9X2RoMoQ9IKeBQgCLcBGAs/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxle7rnddnA/WWVuAbfaIVI/AAAAAAAARfE/d7nNupLg9PozN4HEPl9X2RoMoQ9IKeBQgCLcBGAs/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I come back in Megan ask for permission to pull out some craft items.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRjkP5PoLgw/WWVuC1KVvcI/AAAAAAAARfI/FW9qTjKUh5cOI-ecuLf_A6BgG2I30iSigCLcBGAs/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRjkP5PoLgw/WWVuC1KVvcI/AAAAAAAARfI/FW9qTjKUh5cOI-ecuLf_A6BgG2I30iSigCLcBGAs/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My silly girl showing off her pipe cleaner glasses.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYjPtU1g4_s/WWVuR94cPNI/AAAAAAAARfM/wy5k1RxlMA0JyZQ4xr5qnEP9Cr-moqezQCLcBGAs/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pYjPtU1g4_s/WWVuR94cPNI/AAAAAAAARfM/wy5k1RxlMA0JyZQ4xr5qnEP9Cr-moqezQCLcBGAs/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While Megan is busy creating I dust the living room.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37uLhggIHRo/WWVuWaW8a0I/AAAAAAAARfU/T0D1nntdBtEqHm8MEUF4MHbc4Mwc5ZDEACLcBGAs/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37uLhggIHRo/WWVuWaW8a0I/AAAAAAAARfU/T0D1nntdBtEqHm8MEUF4MHbc4Mwc5ZDEACLcBGAs/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is now well after 12 and it is time for some lunch. &nbsp;Leftover chicken and cottage cheese is filling.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ5sWkw7EIg/WWVuWWEMNHI/AAAAAAAARfQ/kiJXYIRpNSsw6p777ROfYtqlvJwSmsLwACLcBGAs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ5sWkw7EIg/WWVuWWEMNHI/AAAAAAAARfQ/kiJXYIRpNSsw6p777ROfYtqlvJwSmsLwACLcBGAs/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The weather alerts are going off again saying a severe thunderstorm is coming. I turn on the TV to see the radar and fold laundry. &nbsp;When I am finished Megan puts her things away and I put the rest away.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWyh08yAcaM/WWVumvXvqNI/AAAAAAAARfc/rDy66kMDYqseN2lYUyFRvhfxc-nbHMdTgCLcBGAs/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWyh08yAcaM/WWVumvXvqNI/AAAAAAAARfc/rDy66kMDYqseN2lYUyFRvhfxc-nbHMdTgCLcBGAs/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As the storm rolls through Megan and I snuggle on the couch and play tap black. Fun!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIhj_8Lc3F4/WWVumlYGqyI/AAAAAAAARfY/mnKsfGfQTkAV71zz_kVI9QCZWY-mi14twCLcBGAs/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIhj_8Lc3F4/WWVumlYGqyI/AAAAAAAARfY/mnKsfGfQTkAV71zz_kVI9QCZWY-mi14twCLcBGAs/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I end up watching a show at 2. &nbsp;By the time it is over the weather has cleared and I sent Megan to take a shower. &nbsp;While she is in there I update the checkbook, enter some things into our Everyday budget and text with Chuck.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRAIQER7WfI/WWVutQUaULI/AAAAAAAARfg/ZstCLWsQN4g6kxx17Y8Jw8CgKP0UxPYGwCLcBGAs/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRAIQER7WfI/WWVutQUaULI/AAAAAAAARfg/ZstCLWsQN4g6kxx17Y8Jw8CgKP0UxPYGwCLcBGAs/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After her shower Megan watches a cartoon and I look at a magazine until it is time to start dinner.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Chuck walks in the door at 5 and I pulled dinner out of the oven 10 minutes later. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgIF1X2USYQ/WWVu6FEE6zI/AAAAAAAARfo/X_e0xJcGauQrCKKpvzWyGo80BI116P54ACLcBGAs/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgIF1X2USYQ/WWVu6FEE6zI/AAAAAAAARfo/X_e0xJcGauQrCKKpvzWyGo80BI116P54ACLcBGAs/s320/053.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When dinner is cleaned up Chuck and Megan spend some time together while I sit outside and work on lesson plans.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Np4WPhFQ4Qw/WWVu-KyfqYI/AAAAAAAARfs/pwnJ5XXJ8iIoTp51Jy6T5tGxzvtkhDJhgCLcBGAs/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Np4WPhFQ4Qw/WWVu-KyfqYI/AAAAAAAARfs/pwnJ5XXJ8iIoTp51Jy6T5tGxzvtkhDJhgCLcBGAs/s320/056.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I come inside around 7. &nbsp;We have family devotions, Megan has a snack and then goes to her room for some quiet time at 8. When she goes to her room Chuck turns on a movie. A cowboy movie with&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tom Sellick should be good.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWXKARAVxnQ/WWVvC4cKAuI/AAAAAAAARfw/aGrrVAorSBUgnVh5X6E2bXoe2PyAcxAoQCLcBGAs/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWXKARAVxnQ/WWVvC4cKAuI/AAAAAAAARfw/aGrrVAorSBUgnVh5X6E2bXoe2PyAcxAoQCLcBGAs/s320/058.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We put Megan to bed at 9 and then continue our movie. Before 10 we are snug as a bug in bed. &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/a-day-in-my-life-12.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-8348746712757839694Fri, 14 Jul 2017 01:27:00 +00002017-07-13T21:27:25.554-04:00Family LifePlanning<div style="text-align: center;">Hello! I am stopping by to let you know I will not be posting for the next week. There is lots happening around here.&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My dad had hip replacement surgery on Wednesday. He is doing well and should be released from the hospital tomorrow. All of us will be relieved when he is home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Funny conversation with Megan about Grandpa having surgery.<br /><br />Me: Grandpa will be a new man.<br />Megan: I don't want Grandpa to be a new man I like the old Grandpa.<br /><br />Guess I phrased that wrong. Corrected myself to explain he would be walking like a new man. Good to know she likes Grandpa the way he is. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I am also knee deep making lesson plans. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HampWoBACEY/WWgZ2JNmx2I/AAAAAAAARgQ/5CSSDSCSwSINA0W7Mmp8fGyTk0oanSkDgCLcBGAs/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HampWoBACEY/WWgZ2JNmx2I/AAAAAAAARgQ/5CSSDSCSwSINA0W7Mmp8fGyTk0oanSkDgCLcBGAs/s320/056.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The plan is have the first nine weeks complete by our start date. It looks like it will be August 7th. <br /><br />Besides planning school we have been on the go squeezing in as much summer fun as we can. Traditional school starts in two weeks so that means we have one week to make summer memories with my nieces. The week before school they generally like to stay home and relax. I can't say I blame them as home is my favorite place to be too!<br /><br />May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/planning.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-3578462374258643129Wed, 12 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-07-12T06:00:19.904-04:00Family LifeJoy in the Ordinary<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Look around, really look around and you will find joy... joy in the everyday... joy in the ordinary things.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></strong><span style="font-size: medium;">When you are an only child you sometimes have to improvise when you need a card partner.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kjBlDus2ck/WWQta_nfs_I/AAAAAAAARcg/D8Y34kMZNKIth4fbaqAFV4OEoBvqSwkywCLcBGAs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kjBlDus2ck/WWQta_nfs_I/AAAAAAAARcg/D8Y34kMZNKIth4fbaqAFV4OEoBvqSwkywCLcBGAs/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A yummy dinner. I'm sure the soup, chicken salad and chicken pot pie will be just a delicious.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNCqepPra2k/WWQtihFi6CI/AAAAAAAARck/p396EtGvXk0hTsUKt8IKtgUQVKkWNZaeACLcBGAs/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNCqepPra2k/WWQtihFi6CI/AAAAAAAARck/p396EtGvXk0hTsUKt8IKtgUQVKkWNZaeACLcBGAs/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Megan made a birdhouse years ago. It has sat on the potting bench as decor until this year. A Chickadee mama and her three eggs have taken up residence.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izeVVzCZo_c/WWQtpiDFlUI/AAAAAAAARco/XVreYpNAYdYziom6CumL3fyigBzLuvIHwCLcBGAs/s1600/001a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izeVVzCZo_c/WWQtpiDFlUI/AAAAAAAARco/XVreYpNAYdYziom6CumL3fyigBzLuvIHwCLcBGAs/s320/001a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We think the eggs might have hatched. Chuck will use his inspection camera to check it out soon.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trying out her birthday scooter.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObtpGn634oY/WWQt5yipRYI/AAAAAAAARc0/p4eE242MQtQ3x8mncEygsGLxAqnrrlBsQCLcBGAs/s1600/009a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObtpGn634oY/WWQt5yipRYI/AAAAAAAARc0/p4eE242MQtQ3x8mncEygsGLxAqnrrlBsQCLcBGAs/s320/009a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We enjoyed a wonderful dinner at a cafe boatyard.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPvu41Tot0U/WWQtzLesV5I/AAAAAAAARcs/M7lTq_HGLzoQ0y1tA_lkktRgisxA3wkpgCLcBGAs/s1600/017a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPvu41Tot0U/WWQtzLesV5I/AAAAAAAARcs/M7lTq_HGLzoQ0y1tA_lkktRgisxA3wkpgCLcBGAs/s320/017a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The food was great and view even better.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mmlv_1Vox4/WWQt1hbdLOI/AAAAAAAARcw/acYrRcIS5rICoAVtUut25pjHgoeZgHtsACLcBGAs/s1600/023a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mmlv_1Vox4/WWQt1hbdLOI/AAAAAAAARcw/acYrRcIS5rICoAVtUut25pjHgoeZgHtsACLcBGAs/s320/023a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This little guy landed on the front door and stuck around for quite a while.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFSCD1_iznc/WWQuDMYbymI/AAAAAAAARc4/ObKPdwEXpO80hIYHDs-J1p4iDF4ECFL0ACLcBGAs/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFSCD1_iznc/WWQuDMYbymI/AAAAAAAARc4/ObKPdwEXpO80hIYHDs-J1p4iDF4ECFL0ACLcBGAs/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yum... because cupcakes... who doesn't love a cupcake?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qOkLlHRnnQ/WWQuG4vIdRI/AAAAAAAARc8/u71wIQ7MPaYcN7WGn7hhKvcTZg0uwJPyACLcBGAs/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qOkLlHRnnQ/WWQuG4vIdRI/AAAAAAAARc8/u71wIQ7MPaYcN7WGn7hhKvcTZg0uwJPyACLcBGAs/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me and my girl.&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">❤</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">❤</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG6SS9SHTn0/WWQuQI9p8gI/AAAAAAAARdA/17PtiUcQGC8jL1F6DVRzLynw9vD-4lPWwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZG6SS9SHTn0/WWQuQI9p8gI/AAAAAAAARdA/17PtiUcQGC8jL1F6DVRzLynw9vD-4lPWwCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, how I love my flowers. They bring me a bunch of joy.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-opvitH4NrEI/WWQubo0yREI/AAAAAAAARdE/m0aOpgsLDAUZmeLlmnMsVPShGe73DADuQCLcBGAs/s1600/201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-opvitH4NrEI/WWQubo0yREI/AAAAAAAARdE/m0aOpgsLDAUZmeLlmnMsVPShGe73DADuQCLcBGAs/s320/201.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!&nbsp;</div><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/joy-in-ordinary.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-4028587570381049922Tue, 11 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-07-11T06:00:19.631-04:00Home ProjectsThe Tuesday Tackle #11<div style="text-align: center;">I was half way through my project when I realized I hadn't taken one picture... opps! The first picture is a small glimpse of the door I took when I updated the decor in the laundry area.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Fv6FJ8w70/WWLQC2KwieI/AAAAAAAARbs/LpXPPfrOe-0CRb7TxXrkr3tkwqHOhvrTgCLcBGAs/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Fv6FJ8w70/WWLQC2KwieI/AAAAAAAARbs/LpXPPfrOe-0CRb7TxXrkr3tkwqHOhvrTgCLcBGAs/s320/115.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The laundry is in the garage and at the end of the laundry area is a door that leads out to the back porch. It is the original 1953 door so it's rough. It also never had trim so when the laundry area was updated Chuck put trim around the door. It has sat in it's sad state of unfinished wood trim since September and the door hadn't had a fresh coat of paint since we moved in 16 years ago!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I washed the door and then gave the door jam, trim and backside of the door two coats of fresh white paint.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QONpgV_HooY/WWLOLLdMGNI/AAAAAAAARbg/RtwIaXgRL0wMnLxTttqw3YRrCF6SSteBACLcBGAs/s1600/032a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QONpgV_HooY/WWLOLLdMGNI/AAAAAAAARbg/RtwIaXgRL0wMnLxTttqw3YRrCF6SSteBACLcBGAs/s320/032a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once the paint was dry a new blind was added and then I whipped up a valance using the same fabric that I used to hide a storage shelf and for the sink skirt.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkQbvWw9SL8/WWLOQPqxhbI/AAAAAAAARbk/qNzOkYsE9wwrkkOwbBlIZcnq4WdPR-NqACLcBGAs/s1600/045a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkQbvWw9SL8/WWLOQPqxhbI/AAAAAAAARbk/qNzOkYsE9wwrkkOwbBlIZcnq4WdPR-NqACLcBGAs/s320/045a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is amazing what a little bit of elbow grease and fresh coat of paint and do to improve the look of something. Even an old beat up door from 1953!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gedbR-x7N0/WWLOUaCaefI/AAAAAAAARbo/37C84jyTUPwpiU5EHCbq4YLO5GI5-f7KwCLcBGAs/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gedbR-x7N0/WWLOUaCaefI/AAAAAAAARbo/37C84jyTUPwpiU5EHCbq4YLO5GI5-f7KwCLcBGAs/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;I also gave the window sills and trim a fresh coat of paint before new blinds were added.<br />While the paint brush was out the door for the attic stairs was painted. It was one of those things we didn't think about painting when the new steps were installed.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCa841CdKZE/WWQTxoTIBdI/AAAAAAAARcQ/b4sJCOYWt0QtHsoBu4M4T50EcWzXqGoygCLcBGAs/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCa841CdKZE/WWQTxoTIBdI/AAAAAAAARcQ/b4sJCOYWt0QtHsoBu4M4T50EcWzXqGoygCLcBGAs/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nothing glamorous but it does feel good to mark these things off of the list. What projects have you tackled in the last week? Tune in next Tuesday to see what homemaking debt I tackle. &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!&nbsp;</div><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-tuesday-tackle-11.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-95683395819093686Mon, 10 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-07-10T06:00:28.614-04:00Family LifeSimple PleasuresFire!<div style="text-align: center;">The past week has been fantastic with Chuck off of work. We had a great mix of accomplishments and fun. There are times that staycations are the best! One of the things on our list was to have an evening fire. Between rain and some hot nights we were finally able to have our fire Saturday night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDl9vG12MJo/WWLI3rbROVI/AAAAAAAARa4/rvg7Ez3hlJ4Igv6kBvobOk-XK2hZkJC6ACLcBGAs/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDl9vG12MJo/WWLI3rbROVI/AAAAAAAARa4/rvg7Ez3hlJ4Igv6kBvobOk-XK2hZkJC6ACLcBGAs/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a wonderful night for it. The humidity was non existent and the temperatures were mild. It actually felt a little cool later in the evening.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While Chuck got the fire going I watched Megan chase the first fireflies of the night.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVWhama52JQ/WWLI-jnFunI/AAAAAAAARbA/NI4UMSDyK-wwSax6Kym8Y62Ko7cbNEJmgCLcBGAs/s1600/008a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVWhama52JQ/WWLI-jnFunI/AAAAAAAARbA/NI4UMSDyK-wwSax6Kym8Y62Ko7cbNEJmgCLcBGAs/s320/008a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubke2x7l0gg/WWLI9MXH_BI/AAAAAAAARa8/oic3E34cVkgxtjEWh9YxKd2Z3o48O-vIACLcBGAs/s1600/003a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ubke2x7l0gg/WWLI9MXH_BI/AAAAAAAARa8/oic3E34cVkgxtjEWh9YxKd2Z3o48O-vIACLcBGAs/s320/003a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When the fire was nice and hot we roasted some hot dogs to pass the time of dark fell.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o06vHXnMTr4/WWLL1Cfn_ZI/AAAAAAAARbY/YWqRzL7TbukQOnnIeZ4MsXoSmVazJABpgCLcBGAs/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o06vHXnMTr4/WWLL1Cfn_ZI/AAAAAAAARbY/YWqRzL7TbukQOnnIeZ4MsXoSmVazJABpgCLcBGAs/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A hot dog over an open fire is best way to eat them!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvR0GxWdV64/WWLJC1t5amI/AAAAAAAARbE/LrLexHBfLgs44Lj-pJaXlqVJwGH408BcgCLcBGAs/s1600/012a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1084" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvR0GxWdV64/WWLJC1t5amI/AAAAAAAARbE/LrLexHBfLgs44Lj-pJaXlqVJwGH408BcgCLcBGAs/s320/012a.jpg" width="217" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We waited patiently for dark before the marshmallows were brought out.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuWjHWXEuN0/WWLJM0iiURI/AAAAAAAARbM/PLE-z066uKcqcMsd0PFcqbuatM9YNxbgACLcBGAs/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuWjHWXEuN0/WWLJM0iiURI/AAAAAAAARbM/PLE-z066uKcqcMsd0PFcqbuatM9YNxbgACLcBGAs/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My favorite smores is to use chocolate chip cookies in place of the graham cracker. Yum!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtZGcJi5qAk/WWLJRbHDwYI/AAAAAAAARbU/w1muYKWNFI8pazxYQYTpl1JXlNsoVYB-gCLcBGAs/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtZGcJi5qAk/WWLJRbHDwYI/AAAAAAAARbU/w1muYKWNFI8pazxYQYTpl1JXlNsoVYB-gCLcBGAs/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zczVeyoNd4s/WWLJQcxBtVI/AAAAAAAARbQ/wVbH7hgWGK0KmQXo2IqbMoqRR66b2HLHACLcBGAs/s1600/018a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1562" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zczVeyoNd4s/WWLJQcxBtVI/AAAAAAAARbQ/wVbH7hgWGK0KmQXo2IqbMoqRR66b2HLHACLcBGAs/s320/018a.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a wonderful evening to sit back relax and enjoy the company of the ones I love!</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/fire.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-5222915995238605648Fri, 07 Jul 2017 01:55:00 +00002017-07-06T21:55:16.578-04:00NovelJoy in the Everyday Chapter 7<a href="http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/05/joy-in-everyday-chapter-1.html">Chapter 1</a> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <a href="http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/joy-in-everyday-chapter-5.html">Chapter 5</a><br /><a href="http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/05/joy-in-everyday-chapter-2.html">Chapter 2 </a>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <a href="http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/joy-in-everyday-chapter-6.html">Chapter 6</a><br /><a href="http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/05/joy-in-everyday-chapter-3.html">Chapter 3</a><br /><a href="http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/05/joy-in-everyday-chapter-4.html">Chapter 4</a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter 7</span></b></div><br />Maggie woke up to the sound of rain and the smell of coffee. &nbsp;Waking to the smell of coffee normally made her smile, this morning it caused her stomach to turn. She reminded herself that she could do all things through Christ before she threw back the covers and dressed for the day.<br /><br />When she entered the kitchen George was leaning against the counter sipping coffee. &nbsp;As he gazed out the window it was apparent he was deep in thought. Maggie had noticed that when he was deep in thought he bit his bottom lip.<br /><br />"Good mornin' Maggie. &nbsp;Are you feeling better this morning?" George said as he smiled her way.<br /><br />"Not one hundred percent, but better. Thank you for asking." Maggie said as she pull out eggs and milk and sat them on the table. <br /><br />George looked at Maggie until she lowered her eyes. &nbsp;"I will head out for chores. &nbsp;Not much is on my schedule with the rain. &nbsp;Please let me know if I can do anything to help you today." George sat his cup on the counter as he headed out the door.<br /><br />Maggie gave a sigh of relief when George went out the door. Regardless of the circumstances she was George's wife. &nbsp;He had been nothing but kind and thoughtful to her. &nbsp;She needed to pull herself together. She took a deep breath and then mixed up pancake batter. <br /><br />The days seemed to blend together with the continued rainfall. &nbsp;It seemed fitting that the gray weather matched Maggies' mood.<br /><br />George noticed that although Maggie went through the motions she was off. Funny how after only a few days as man and wife he missed her carefree spirit and quick smile. &nbsp;He was beginning to worry. Not only about Maggie's health but he was also concerned for the yearly crop.<br /><br />Thursday evening Jake came bouncing down the lane. &nbsp;It was a sight watching him dodge left then right to miss the ruts brought on by the rain. Even with her mood Maggie couldn't help but smile at the site.<br /><br />"Howdy! Thought I'd pop in on my way home to see if you'd built an Ark yet?" Jake smiled as he spoke.<br /><br />"Not yet, but it looks like I might need to start" &nbsp;George replied as Maggie handed Jake coffee.<br /><br />"What brings you out a night like this."<br /><br />"I tried to make it to the church for the elders meeting. &nbsp;I figured it would be cancelled and I was right. &nbsp;The creek is well over the bridge. &nbsp;Thought I'd stop in to spread the word. &nbsp;No need in even trying for church Sunday if this keeps up."<br /><br />"I figured as much. &nbsp;Four days of hard, steady rain is going to cause a heap of problems." &nbsp;George said somberly.<br /><br />"Amen." Jake softly said "Looks like the crop might mold and rot before it's dry enough to get in the field."<br /><br />This was a side of Jake she had never seen. &nbsp;He gave his head a good shake and then turned to Maggie. "Would you like the coffee cake Betty made." &nbsp;She made an extra one for us and I don't reckon she'd be happy to see me eat two." Jake said as he laughed and patted his stomach.<br /><br />"That would be nice. Refill?"<br /><br />"No, I'd better get home while the gettin' is good. &nbsp;If this keeps up much longer it looks like we'll all be home bound for a bit."<br /><br />"Thank Betty for the coffee cake." &nbsp;Maggie said as she took it and Jake's coffee cup and headed inside.<br /><br />George and Jake chatted for a bit before she heard the truck head down the lane.<br /><br />George stood&nbsp;looking at the field until Maggie came out with a slice of coffee cake.<br /><br />"Thank you. We couldn't have finer neighbors."<br /><br />Maggie whole heartily agreed. "I enjoy their company."<br /><br />"No coffee cake for you?" George asked between bites.<br /><br />"Not tonight."<br /><br />George stopped eating and looked at Maggie. &nbsp;She was pale and dark circles had developed under her eyes. &nbsp;He was concerned.<br /><br />"When the water recedes maybe doc should come out."<br /><br />Maggie shook her head. "Oh no! There is no need for that. &nbsp;I'll wash up the dishes and head for bed. &nbsp;I must need more rest."<br /><br />Maggie hurried to the sink&nbsp;while George stayed in the rocker.<br /><br />"Lord, I'm concerned for many things at the moment. &nbsp;My biggest concern is for my wife. &nbsp;I'm not sure what ails her Lord. &nbsp;Please help Maggie to feel better and give me peace in all circumstances. &nbsp;Amen."<br /><br />As George said Amen he heard a sob through the kitchen window.<br /><br />George stepped next to Maggie and picked up a towel to dry the cups and dessert plate. &nbsp;He could see Maggie discreetly wipe her eyes and work for composure. <br /><br />He put the last cup in the cabinet as Maggie dried out the sink. &nbsp;He gently took her by the elbow and led her to the sofa.<br /><br />"Maggie, I know something is not right with you. &nbsp;If you need the doctor I will find a way to get him here. Please tell where you hurt, Maggie, so I can help you." George pleaded.<br /><br />Maggie turned her head and George gently turned it back. &nbsp;Tears were flowing down Maggie's face.<br /><br />"Maggie, please."<br /><br />"It hurts here." Maggie said as she placed her hand over her heart. &nbsp;George looked both confused and alarmed. "Oh, George, how could you marry me when you were promised to another." Maggie chocked out.<br /><br />"What?" George said in disbelief. &nbsp;Then the vision of Vivian speaking with Maggie came to mind. &nbsp;If Maggie wasn't upset George might laugh at how absurd it all was.<br /><br />"I think there has been a misunderstanding. &nbsp;I have never been engaged to anyone but you."<br /><br />"But Vivian." Maggie began.<br /><br />"I have no idea what Vivian said. &nbsp;What I do know is that I've never been involved with Vivian." George said firm but kind.<br /><br />"She is so familiar with you. &nbsp;She calls you Georgie and you call her Viv." Maggie said with sorrow.<br /><br />Now George laughed as Maggie frowned. &nbsp;"As a boy everyone called me George. &nbsp;My own mother even stopped calling me by my boyhood name when I was ten. &nbsp;Well, everyone except Vivian." George went on. &nbsp;"You see the Hughes had a son, Harry. &nbsp;Harry and I were good friends. &nbsp;I started calling Vivian Viv as a boy because it made her mad. &nbsp;That's what a guy does to her friends little sister." &nbsp;George paused and had a far off look for a moment.<br /><br />"When Harry and I were about fifteen we started to drift apart. &nbsp;I was busy on the farm and he wanted no part of working with me. &nbsp;The Hughes didn't do dirty farm work. &nbsp;Mrs. Hughes told Harry they were better then that. &nbsp;He got mixed up with a crowd of older boys from the town north of here. &nbsp;One night they were out drinking when Harry was thrown from the back of a wagon. &nbsp;He hit his head on a tree and was instantly killed."<br /><br />"I'm sorry George." &nbsp;Maggie whispered as she reached for his hand.<br /><br />"I think I'm a connection for Vivian to her brother. &nbsp;As she got older she started to pay extra attention to serving me first at church pot lucks and then showed up here with baked&nbsp;goods. &nbsp;I've tried ignoring her gestures and even came right out and told her I wasn't interested in her that way. &nbsp;She laughed and well, continued to act like she always has. &nbsp;I've learned to ignore her and accept that she is pushy and overbearing. &nbsp;I'm sorry that I never thought of how she would treat you."<br /><br />"I'm the one that is sorry. &nbsp;I should have said something to you instead of letting it tear me up. &nbsp;You see, my uncle, wasn't a man of integrity and I let my experience with him cloud my thoughts of you. &nbsp;You have been nothing but kind and honorable since your first letter. I'm sorry for my lack of trust and unwillingness to speak with you." Maggie said with regret.<br /><br />"I guess we both have plenty to learn about communication in marriage. How about we read scripture, pray together and remember that tomorrow is a new day."<br /><br />"Sounds great." Maggie said as she stood to get the Bible for George.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/joy-in-everyday-chapter-7.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-7066120706342052926Wed, 05 Jul 2017 12:01:00 +00002017-07-05T08:09:00.948-04:00Family LifeHolidaysCelebrating the 4th!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PzzEPbZeKVo/WVzOU2Lo1wI/AAAAAAAARZQ/Ovt1DNizdNEpikA7quaAPTocUtols_aFwCLcBGAs/s1600/057a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1115" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PzzEPbZeKVo/WVzOU2Lo1wI/AAAAAAAARZQ/Ovt1DNizdNEpikA7quaAPTocUtols_aFwCLcBGAs/s320/057a.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sadly we missed the parade this year. I couldn't get my act together and we decided it wasn't worth getting stressed out in order to make the start time. Instead I packed a picnic and we headed to the park.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYuYcz2lVGY/WVzOln0byGI/AAAAAAAARZU/XS_2RvgAf7c0NCELkOE1s2fWD_WyeoCewCLcBGAs/s1600/021a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYuYcz2lVGY/WVzOln0byGI/AAAAAAAARZU/XS_2RvgAf7c0NCELkOE1s2fWD_WyeoCewCLcBGAs/s320/021a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was a beautiful trail for us to explore.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFcdMMTYwdM/WVzO4y_9TII/AAAAAAAARZg/4c2GtIzybK0JhfcQG4Gt3EtckhZ98PJLgCLcBGAs/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFcdMMTYwdM/WVzO4y_9TII/AAAAAAAARZg/4c2GtIzybK0JhfcQG4Gt3EtckhZ98PJLgCLcBGAs/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It didn't last long as the mosquitoes were horrible!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUXfUmmQ8Rk/WVzOw0UUZTI/AAAAAAAARZY/oHYQeg2orTsGQE7Ix1dQywqGXGudvArpQCLcBGAs/s1600/039a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1541" data-original-width="1600" height="308" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUXfUmmQ8Rk/WVzOw0UUZTI/AAAAAAAARZY/oHYQeg2orTsGQE7Ix1dQywqGXGudvArpQCLcBGAs/s320/039a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next item on our list was to spend time with family. Chuck took the long way to my parents.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c1U0aMW2UGw/WVzOy46h1-I/AAAAAAAARZc/VeykjYNNaG0pyBrzD4O01skvdGszGVOFwCLcBGAs/s1600/041a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="1600" height="238" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c1U0aMW2UGw/WVzOy46h1-I/AAAAAAAARZc/VeykjYNNaG0pyBrzD4O01skvdGszGVOFwCLcBGAs/s320/041a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't think the corn is knee high by 4th of July! It's been strange weather wise and this field tells the tale.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjkS50gxVL8/WVzPJKXAl0I/AAAAAAAARZo/1PBz1oFDarE97UpMlHp3dXEKrM9LZV4tgCLcBGAs/s1600/045a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjkS50gxVL8/WVzPJKXAl0I/AAAAAAAARZo/1PBz1oFDarE97UpMlHp3dXEKrM9LZV4tgCLcBGAs/s320/045a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The afternoon was spent floating away while listening to a patriotic mix of music. Super relaxing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmw_L-jsuSg/WVzPKYmwmiI/AAAAAAAARZs/ewXVthioys0qZ4Dzaa9zcYRmU5xRPxW3QCLcBGAs/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmw_L-jsuSg/WVzPKYmwmiI/AAAAAAAARZs/ewXVthioys0qZ4Dzaa9zcYRmU5xRPxW3QCLcBGAs/s320/061.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It wouldn't be the 4th if you didn't grill out. After our dinner of hamburger and hot dogs it was time to do some fireworks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5xLQWuXuLs/WVzPFBfGHQI/AAAAAAAARZk/r8IyDDSOyL0xNgbtImH75MM-bJFWbLvpgCLcBGAs/s1600/074a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1600" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5xLQWuXuLs/WVzPFBfGHQI/AAAAAAAARZk/r8IyDDSOyL0xNgbtImH75MM-bJFWbLvpgCLcBGAs/s320/074a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pop its with some cousins are always fun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHR7EcKXNJw/WVzPT5sAC6I/AAAAAAAARZ0/L0AwrxvtG-I0bAZEoNYCmA-bILiy49_gACLcBGAs/s1600/079a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHR7EcKXNJw/WVzPT5sAC6I/AAAAAAAARZ0/L0AwrxvtG-I0bAZEoNYCmA-bILiy49_gACLcBGAs/s320/079a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sparklers are a must!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-We0a4zTLvvE/WVzUFJE-LpI/AAAAAAAARaA/d_a6JGVDVjgJnw23h30teZuBoCi-cjwIACLcBGAs/s1600/19625080_1388098391265955_858267803000504320_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-We0a4zTLvvE/WVzUFJE-LpI/AAAAAAAARaA/d_a6JGVDVjgJnw23h30teZuBoCi-cjwIACLcBGAs/s320/19625080_1388098391265955_858267803000504320_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The grand finale of day is the big booms in the sky. I love the ones that look like star dust floating to the ground.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylAxHn2-oQU/WVzPR6CDZJI/AAAAAAAARZw/KoaPKMXS3WozNjjVTyOAqL38TWcmTd-iwCLcBGAs/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylAxHn2-oQU/WVzPR6CDZJI/AAAAAAAARZw/KoaPKMXS3WozNjjVTyOAqL38TWcmTd-iwCLcBGAs/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a great day celebrating this land that we love. Happy Independence Day!<br /><br />May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/celebrating-4th.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-787135958055454238Tue, 04 Jul 2017 02:28:00 +00002017-07-03T22:28:04.212-04:00Family FunFamily LifeMeganRiding the Rails<div style="text-align: center;">As you can tell it looks like our internet issues have been resolved. It involved a visit from a tech, a visit to the service center and in the end a change of providers. The good news is that we are back in business! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*************************************************</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday, July 1st Megan celebrated her 11th birthday. We have tried hard to raise her to experience life and enjoy the simple pleasures instead of having a desire for material possessions. When we asked what her birthday wish was she said to take a train ride. I made arrangements for us to ride the rails!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vI9DUQhjoI/WVry7NaL6wI/AAAAAAAARXQ/UoEe6COuFssyanpKyNPv5zWoIglzWguTACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vI9DUQhjoI/WVry7NaL6wI/AAAAAAAARXQ/UoEe6COuFssyanpKyNPv5zWoIglzWguTACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We arrived at the station to get our tickets.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4cnhwwVLKA/WVryqyfLqCI/AAAAAAAARXE/VAz4tah-3qArQpVaO_-N66v8LspWjJHAQCEwYBhgL/s1600/IMG_0320a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4cnhwwVLKA/WVryqyfLqCI/AAAAAAAARXE/VAz4tah-3qArQpVaO_-N66v8LspWjJHAQCEwYBhgL/s320/IMG_0320a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was time to kill so we went to check out the cute little town.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wKCP-94LuU/WVryz7vflbI/AAAAAAAARXI/odQ74Skj-4oxsH3zzgxHnOmMxz7AznSGQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0405a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1600" height="216" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wKCP-94LuU/WVryz7vflbI/AAAAAAAARXI/odQ74Skj-4oxsH3zzgxHnOmMxz7AznSGQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0405a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">They happened to be having their farmers market so we browsed, listed to music and enjoyed the sights. We were able to enjoy all of this with Grandma and Grandpa. (Chuck's mom and step dad.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObcCZI29aeM/WVrzFCdkWiI/AAAAAAAARXU/artPNeABSFswf_WG2jR_8e0KFkXH4XmhQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObcCZI29aeM/WVrzFCdkWiI/AAAAAAAARXU/artPNeABSFswf_WG2jR_8e0KFkXH4XmhQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here it comes!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twfHqHbKXpo/WVrzG0UacWI/AAAAAAAARXY/iIaaBpvFhnQ55r0W0dgliKHkJQP6FDBTgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twfHqHbKXpo/WVrzG0UacWI/AAAAAAAARXY/iIaaBpvFhnQ55r0W0dgliKHkJQP6FDBTgCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There was an opportunity to visit the engine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDAbAPK_Pfs/WVr1ivIePKI/AAAAAAAARYY/bTZ1JbJHJ7sdE1MsiRllFoBaDDq1qVCswCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDAbAPK_Pfs/WVr1ivIePKI/AAAAAAAARYY/bTZ1JbJHJ7sdE1MsiRllFoBaDDq1qVCswCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">All aboard! We are excited to begin our trip in a restored 1923 rail car.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FWYs2euzH8/WVrzKcgT5NI/AAAAAAAARXc/QqMslztXTGMIPRhuJop4QCG14biNIb2tACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FWYs2euzH8/WVrzKcgT5NI/AAAAAAAARXc/QqMslztXTGMIPRhuJop4QCG14biNIb2tACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</span><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAa8F55d1xA/WVrzOBL_tlI/AAAAAAAARXg/Sx99SgTdtJgX5xUu4oiuftsQitEAicxwwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0325a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1600" height="206" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FAa8F55d1xA/WVrzOBL_tlI/AAAAAAAARXg/Sx99SgTdtJgX5xUu4oiuftsQitEAicxwwCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0325a.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We had great scenery along the way. The Whitewater River ran beside the tracks.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnuA4J5F2wI/WVrzoYQ7EbI/AAAAAAAARXo/IO7NyukNDP0f4OzT7S4iEbKBk4di-P9kgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnuA4J5F2wI/WVrzoYQ7EbI/AAAAAAAARXo/IO7NyukNDP0f4OzT7S4iEbKBk4di-P9kgCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Along the way we saw wooded areas,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9_-HcpFT0Y/WVrzspGEhPI/AAAAAAAARXw/mHEZO-f6fLoOD6BfDaxXRcm3wSzSTyjKQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9_-HcpFT0Y/WVrzspGEhPI/AAAAAAAARXw/mHEZO-f6fLoOD6BfDaxXRcm3wSzSTyjKQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">farms,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1vLx_9SqIE/WVrza5upAMI/AAAAAAAARXk/ERMUSiXhLDQMI9bU6A3A-egz-Fo5VRhCACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0403a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1vLx_9SqIE/WVrza5upAMI/AAAAAAAARXk/ERMUSiXhLDQMI9bU6A3A-egz-Fo5VRhCACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0403a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">old farm houses</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3HUKWEMD-0/WVrzpN4niYI/AAAAAAAARXs/dPli9r6TZXYWsxLWQdfKa4Ex8J9ZDaLLQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0371a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1222" data-original-width="1600" height="244" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3HUKWEMD-0/WVrzpN4niYI/AAAAAAAARXs/dPli9r6TZXYWsxLWQdfKa4Ex8J9ZDaLLQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0371a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">passed country roads,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VO4bzG1VCtk/WVr0O6A3EbI/AAAAAAAARYA/3PG0cKS_qqwJyfn1qrUn_AG03Q38bcGtQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VO4bzG1VCtk/WVr0O6A3EbI/AAAAAAAARYA/3PG0cKS_qqwJyfn1qrUn_AG03Q38bcGtQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0375.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and saw field after field of corn.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPeXhyjEXzY/WVr5A_P10cI/AAAAAAAARYg/my3B_v8wXTsNLLxDyEMPQyZTW2FBq0i6wCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0345a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPeXhyjEXzY/WVr5A_P10cI/AAAAAAAARYg/my3B_v8wXTsNLLxDyEMPQyZTW2FBq0i6wCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0345a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Megan thoroughly enjoyed pointing out the sights to us. She even saw her first bald eagle! Sadly I missed it.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Up2b4I_1SqM/WVrz6fNoMtI/AAAAAAAARX0/mbS-cS0RpOQFZ4MszZhevG3XrFbyvsX-gCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Up2b4I_1SqM/WVrz6fNoMtI/AAAAAAAARX0/mbS-cS0RpOQFZ4MszZhevG3XrFbyvsX-gCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a really run conductor. He had the passengers sing Happy Birthday to Megan. She was less then thrilled to have the spotlight on herself.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYzKJ_cdGBw/WVr0HsuZ3YI/AAAAAAAARX4/ikn6xD3dcaMT8_WOvczf_tAp-7uCGXWQACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iYzKJ_cdGBw/WVr0HsuZ3YI/AAAAAAAARX4/ikn6xD3dcaMT8_WOvczf_tAp-7uCGXWQACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We arrived at our destination and had a couple of hours to explore.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq8a_Fzwg90/WVr0HlPHFRI/AAAAAAAARX8/2dp8woH0dTQMPL2vEExYgBv-xnwLv3LtQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0397a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1179" data-original-width="1600" height="235" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq8a_Fzwg90/WVr0HlPHFRI/AAAAAAAARX8/2dp8woH0dTQMPL2vEExYgBv-xnwLv3LtQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0397a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were able to explore the canal lock,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pHjMaIR3io/WVr0knRX6-I/AAAAAAAARYE/F74V17AnRKIjpSIJzQ3kAPBjOHBKilKYACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pHjMaIR3io/WVr0knRX6-I/AAAAAAAARYE/F74V17AnRKIjpSIJzQ3kAPBjOHBKilKYACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">see the old grist mill.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58AakPC-sc4/WVr0qYJCrMI/AAAAAAAARYM/lhjwB6hser43ifUq9dJRnlaKWH1DsKc5QCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58AakPC-sc4/WVr0qYJCrMI/AAAAAAAARYM/lhjwB6hser43ifUq9dJRnlaKWH1DsKc5QCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSIOTbuQb-U/WVr0nJn_cOI/AAAAAAAARYI/IyzMd2WIyOYR54W0wtLgmLIV88XZbCgLQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSIOTbuQb-U/WVr0nJn_cOI/AAAAAAAARYI/IyzMd2WIyOYR54W0wtLgmLIV88XZbCgLQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">There were cute shops to visit and in no time it was time to head back.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Pm-Wirs8U/WVr0viCzuLI/AAAAAAAARYQ/Yf-yCRx9ihEj9WcYXdEBVGN6uTnqySFfQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0402a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Pm-Wirs8U/WVr0viCzuLI/AAAAAAAARYQ/Yf-yCRx9ihEj9WcYXdEBVGN6uTnqySFfQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0402a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The ride back took about a hour and fifteen minutes. It was nice to rest and enjoy the view and breeze after exploring town.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ6nM9Wgp0k/WVr0xvS0BcI/AAAAAAAARYU/4ws-9KCNxH07rbON7WnHBGY4pMOj1awTQCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0324a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ6nM9Wgp0k/WVr0xvS0BcI/AAAAAAAARYU/4ws-9KCNxH07rbON7WnHBGY4pMOj1awTQCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0324a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good bye until next time!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, Megan! It's my pleasure to watch you grow into a beautiful young lady.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/07/riding-rails.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-7007637047393149636Tue, 27 Jun 2017 14:06:00 +00002017-06-27T10:06:39.002-04:00Technical Woes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pTl6G-6QMF8/WVJkHxUW_HI/AAAAAAAARWk/hqW4pmOVVqEu09NopJ-70lfHAnjXJ2R5wCLcBGAs/s1600/Tech%2BWoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="272" height="218" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pTl6G-6QMF8/WVJkHxUW_HI/AAAAAAAARWk/hqW4pmOVVqEu09NopJ-70lfHAnjXJ2R5wCLcBGAs/s320/Tech%2BWoes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are currently waiting for a visit from the Internet man. :)&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Slow and sometimes non existent service make it hard to blog. I hope to back in business by next week. In the meantime I'll be making memories with my loves!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" style="text-align: left;" /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/technical-woes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-1478849391720696604Wed, 21 Jun 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-06-21T06:00:24.568-04:00Simple PleasuresHappy Summer!<div style="text-align: center;">In honor of the first day of Summer I thought I would share some things I am loving about this time of year. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7iKEINXKJs/WUhxm9MH3_I/AAAAAAAARVk/46-8GxsN81g32ZfBhOG4qTaN_RtpTAl4QCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7iKEINXKJs/WUhxm9MH3_I/AAAAAAAARVk/46-8GxsN81g32ZfBhOG4qTaN_RtpTAl4QCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />Windows wide open with a nice breeze blowing through them.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlMha-Ie0EA/WUhxniAt_dI/AAAAAAAARVo/BZMDpoJ23AQOACw3NF_mIdRNMVt2TqERwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlMha-Ie0EA/WUhxniAt_dI/AAAAAAAARVo/BZMDpoJ23AQOACw3NF_mIdRNMVt2TqERwCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Seasonal fruit to eat. Well, the peaches anyway.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiWazyKXQB4/WUhx5GRKBHI/AAAAAAAARVs/vHmlsl5YfEwZNXeh9dLig34gtndiCsuFACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiWazyKXQB4/WUhx5GRKBHI/AAAAAAAARVs/vHmlsl5YfEwZNXeh9dLig34gtndiCsuFACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Flowers in bloom.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBHAyEBQrXA/WUhx-gVbVWI/AAAAAAAARV0/wNeouQage8MTCsBf03E14bVEPAxPYGhMACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBHAyEBQrXA/WUhx-gVbVWI/AAAAAAAARV0/wNeouQage8MTCsBf03E14bVEPAxPYGhMACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Freshly brewed iced tea. Sweet, of course.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GEp1Qn2NsD8/WUhx9QvbEPI/AAAAAAAARVw/Nm4qLKbC9I4wH3G5QKDMT5rUc__9SaujgCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GEp1Qn2NsD8/WUhx9QvbEPI/AAAAAAAARVw/Nm4qLKbC9I4wH3G5QKDMT5rUc__9SaujgCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>A summer only&nbsp;treat that is special because of <a href="http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2008/08/lemon-summertime-cake.html">this </a>memory.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnYmTMCmq-s/WUhyEUAIsgI/AAAAAAAARV4/L5yLMDvJLU4b1Lj5UTXTpi4P2qpXsxMngCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnYmTMCmq-s/WUhyEUAIsgI/AAAAAAAARV4/L5yLMDvJLU4b1Lj5UTXTpi4P2qpXsxMngCLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Sunshine, blue skies and fluffy clouds.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iGbKST_sao/WUhyKc-SNLI/AAAAAAAARV8/sWgPvbECAH4FUGBy-pXiRvrRcF82cbuPACLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iGbKST_sao/WUhyKc-SNLI/AAAAAAAARV8/sWgPvbECAH4FUGBy-pXiRvrRcF82cbuPACLcBGAs/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The smell of fresh rain. There is something about summer that makes rain smell clean and fresh.<br /><br />I hope you all are slowing down to enjoy the simple pleasures of this season. Happy Summer!<br /><br />May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/happy-summer.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-5950009576840022995Mon, 19 Jun 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-06-19T06:00:23.798-04:00Family LifeA Day in My Life #11<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Monday, June 12th </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Summer means no alarm clock. &nbsp;This morning I was up at 7:30. &nbsp;I started the day in the Word.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUcdw0QiOks/WT77Pnb7vhI/AAAAAAAARRs/vNCbZVbtkSc1IdIyBq8YqoBCWaGI8VL5wCLcB/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUcdw0QiOks/WT77Pnb7vhI/AAAAAAAARRs/vNCbZVbtkSc1IdIyBq8YqoBCWaGI8VL5wCLcB/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I then got on the computer to check e-mail and surf some blogs.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkOzH3mq3oE/WT77TqF-BII/AAAAAAAARRw/FafSO2ZvfOw8HCKHooCvVj0lyJTrS0btACLcB/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkOzH3mq3oE/WT77TqF-BII/AAAAAAAARRw/FafSO2ZvfOw8HCKHooCvVj0lyJTrS0btACLcB/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I spend about forty-five minutes doing this. Megan wakes up while I am on the computer and I send her to get dressed while I shower. After my shower I sort laundry and get a load started. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi0fuGmmdJ0/WT77WS47CpI/AAAAAAAARR0/I13LBLF8IXk6hTt5NxYYegMEQIe45hPKgCLcB/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xi0fuGmmdJ0/WT77WS47CpI/AAAAAAAARR0/I13LBLF8IXk6hTt5NxYYegMEQIe45hPKgCLcB/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We eat a simple breakfast of cereal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRAsJ-Kjkl0/WT77gqw8uAI/AAAAAAAARR4/_A6kG9xaQXEcbtb7jeF8Dzrmy_gbiHHWACLcB/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRAsJ-Kjkl0/WT77gqw8uAI/AAAAAAAARR4/_A6kG9xaQXEcbtb7jeF8Dzrmy_gbiHHWACLcB/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I then set Megan up with her task for the day. She loves to putter in the garage and Daddy said she needed to clean her stuff off of the workbench and put her little storage cart away. (Which is an old microwave cart.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ED_zyl1Le0s/WT77pwbd42I/AAAAAAAARR8/G9wzGFm3Bpw9HDYxsOqBLL34y1nMQiiEwCLcB/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ED_zyl1Le0s/WT77pwbd42I/AAAAAAAARR8/G9wzGFm3Bpw9HDYxsOqBLL34y1nMQiiEwCLcB/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I left Megan to complete her task and headed out the cut grass about 9:15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSYgi1t60SI/WT774JJkJGI/AAAAAAAARSA/b9Ka_aWHke8tQV4ICxqAvq-oTqoBiUiCwCLcBGAs/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSYgi1t60SI/WT774JJkJGI/AAAAAAAARSA/b9Ka_aWHke8tQV4ICxqAvq-oTqoBiUiCwCLcBGAs/s320/055.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I finish close to 10:45 and hang out a load of laundry and start another.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_SxjcRFKk8/WT778Twf0JI/AAAAAAAARSI/LS_ASuJqqwk0Ulagy87yUYJ9HB4cOEanQCLcB/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_SxjcRFKk8/WT778Twf0JI/AAAAAAAARSI/LS_ASuJqqwk0Ulagy87yUYJ9HB4cOEanQCLcB/s320/056.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I take care of e-mailing a company about a defective handbag I recently purchased and chat with mom for a few.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;I hang out the second load of laundry on the line and start the third and final load. Megan and I head out to get some lunch and then go shopping for some additional shorts for Megan.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMaSWUXCGl8/WT8w0zGtvyI/AAAAAAAARTM/GRt9vD1zg8MmNFhUfhchMYGtlaao3JWCgCLcB/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMaSWUXCGl8/WT8w0zGtvyI/AAAAAAAARTM/GRt9vD1zg8MmNFhUfhchMYGtlaao3JWCgCLcB/s320/091.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am home at 2:30. I watch thirty minutes of TV and then tackle the laundry. I start by folding the items I had to dry since I ran out of room on the clothesline. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TH6fOoWgQcg/WT778LFvL4I/AAAAAAAARSE/rQkUU_KpzuEYhtqHXOtZac7b4ONxcb5SwCLcB/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TH6fOoWgQcg/WT778LFvL4I/AAAAAAAARSE/rQkUU_KpzuEYhtqHXOtZac7b4ONxcb5SwCLcB/s320/061.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I then head out to take things off the line.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aV8ioPGTxdc/WT78VkHNEXI/AAAAAAAARSU/FZxAEZVMHoAwxUrHVXJdgAtiE0j-dHB4ACLcB/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aV8ioPGTxdc/WT78VkHNEXI/AAAAAAAARSU/FZxAEZVMHoAwxUrHVXJdgAtiE0j-dHB4ACLcB/s320/071.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is super hot outside! This is in the shade....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ywwtf2QNr4/WT78OBUKDGI/AAAAAAAARSQ/CyHDBGL9DM8G9kEb5_PLjWI9xqvJ-ua7wCLcB/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ywwtf2QNr4/WT78OBUKDGI/AAAAAAAARSQ/CyHDBGL9DM8G9kEb5_PLjWI9xqvJ-ua7wCLcB/s320/077.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and this in the sun. Wow! Sure glad I cut grass early so my guy won't have to do it in the heat.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOPP1klIRxM/WT78LDfYv7I/AAAAAAAARSM/6G-XOtHIZrMAdhOHD1f3iUN_8j9T5FPxQCLcB/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOPP1klIRxM/WT78LDfYv7I/AAAAAAAARSM/6G-XOtHIZrMAdhOHD1f3iUN_8j9T5FPxQCLcB/s320/084.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once inside Megan and I put the laundry away and then she sits down at the table to create.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCoYAJ1It60/WT78YWwgxbI/AAAAAAAARSc/s3hH48yu9t8EzJUXLIZxprnrU0SyxdO4gCLcB/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bCoYAJ1It60/WT78YWwgxbI/AAAAAAAARSc/s3hH48yu9t8EzJUXLIZxprnrU0SyxdO4gCLcB/s320/086.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's about 4 and I clean my new stove top with a special cleaner they provided to use before use.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKJLI7Quuqk/WT78Vifbt5I/AAAAAAAARSY/OtjDRiZzMXkFLCSJj6foTiZbTaqXFtdMwCLcB/s1600/089a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1119" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKJLI7Quuqk/WT78Vifbt5I/AAAAAAAARSY/OtjDRiZzMXkFLCSJj6foTiZbTaqXFtdMwCLcB/s320/089a.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I then sit down and drink a big glass of ice water before I start dinner. I fire up the grill at 4:45 and throw on some burgers. Since it's so hot I decide to have no cook sides.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chuck comes home a little before five and once he changes he finishes up the grilling. &nbsp;We sit down to eat about 5:10. &nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxd27Ffu6T0/WT8uFdoeC7I/AAAAAAAARSs/bFiOnnYVeMkyhc_QcPS7PfHzZfx18rq3wCLcB/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxd27Ffu6T0/WT8uFdoeC7I/AAAAAAAARSs/bFiOnnYVeMkyhc_QcPS7PfHzZfx18rq3wCLcB/s320/096.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We all pitched in to tidy the kitchen.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzTLt_ZMf_0/WT8uI4qvkkI/AAAAAAAARSw/Lh49frIbLXwgWER8qqfGAKZEuWzKLVeKQCLcB/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzTLt_ZMf_0/WT8uI4qvkkI/AAAAAAAARSw/Lh49frIbLXwgWER8qqfGAKZEuWzKLVeKQCLcB/s320/101.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's spic and span by 6.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UJaYuWQ8vo/WT8uU1l8kFI/AAAAAAAARS0/MCk7B0eFvNc5NqW_S9Z9BPpQOJYgLduMQCLcB/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UJaYuWQ8vo/WT8uU1l8kFI/AAAAAAAARS0/MCk7B0eFvNc5NqW_S9Z9BPpQOJYgLduMQCLcB/s320/104.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We head to the garage. Chuck helps Megan on a project and I folded the load of whites.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oAZ8U3wDkA/WT8uXbOE-MI/AAAAAAAARS4/lmQU7x9PdJkO7B_nq1YAB0Z21UastUFUACLcB/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oAZ8U3wDkA/WT8uXbOE-MI/AAAAAAAARS4/lmQU7x9PdJkO7B_nq1YAB0Z21UastUFUACLcB/s320/108.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Megan and my dad have a thing where they will call each other and say "ice cream, ice cream" which results in a trip to the ice cream shop. My dad called tonight and my parents came over to pick us up. Tonight she shared a banana split with my parents.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYmyNSV9jXQ/WT8ueK3_BbI/AAAAAAAARS8/DtaxlxpFdK0IsbUehDaJwj4Gw1daiYUIQCLcB/s1600/109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYmyNSV9jXQ/WT8ueK3_BbI/AAAAAAAARS8/DtaxlxpFdK0IsbUehDaJwj4Gw1daiYUIQCLcB/s320/109.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were home about 7:30 and needed to water.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZWM0niW1ss/WT8ukheCMzI/AAAAAAAARTA/BXZbDWr9IhA_r6qAEfuunY400qopwfnHwCLcB/s1600/112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZWM0niW1ss/WT8ukheCMzI/AAAAAAAARTA/BXZbDWr9IhA_r6qAEfuunY400qopwfnHwCLcB/s320/112.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I took care of the flowers while Chuck turned on the sprinkler for the garden.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IenVKg7V3qk/WT8ure14yMI/AAAAAAAARTE/dCb7J6ySUU4AgobzZv2vYWE-qfqOXAaJQCLcB/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IenVKg7V3qk/WT8ure14yMI/AAAAAAAARTE/dCb7J6ySUU4AgobzZv2vYWE-qfqOXAaJQCLcB/s320/122.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We came inside at 8 and had devotions and then watched some TV. Megan went to her room at 8:30 and Chuck went out to turn off the sprinkler. Once inside we settle in to watch some recordings of the show Ransom. It was lights out for Megan at 9 and Chuck and I headed for bed after the 10 o'clock news.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/a-day-in-my-life-11.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-4508892576528646818Fri, 16 Jun 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-06-16T06:00:04.875-04:00NovelJoy in the Everyday Chapter 6<br /><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 36pt;">Chapter 6</span></div><br /><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When Maggie woke Sunday morning she didn’t smell coffee. It took her a minute to clear her head and she realized that George was still lying next to her. She turned slightly to get a look at the clock that sat on the table next to where George slept. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>“What time is it Maggie?” George asked in a sleep filled voice.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Oh goodness, it is 7:30! What time is church?” Maggie asked with a slight hint of alarm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Rushing around on her first morning of service wasn’t what Maggie had imagined. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“We had better get at it. Service begins at 9 so we should leave about 8:40. I’ll take care of the chores while you dress and get breakfast ready.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>George casually slipped on his overalls and headed out like he had all the time in the world.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">He turned back when he reached the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>“There is a standing invitation for dinner at the Peterson’s on Sunday. If you don’t mind I would like to keep up that tradition.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>“Betty did mention that you usually take your Sunday dinner with them. I think that sounds fine.” Maggie felt some pressure subside as she would not have to rush to have dinner ready after service. She hurried down the hall to start the coffee. She grabbed the oatmeal from the pantry and measured it into a pan. She pulled the eggs out of the icebox and sat a skillet on the stove top. She then went to wash and dress. Maggie was thankful she had taken the time to do the wash on Friday. She slipped into her brown skirt and white shirt. As she stepped out of the room she pulled her apron on and grabbed her straw hat.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George must have been feeling the rush also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It usually took him forty-five minutes to do the morning chores. It was a few minutes before 8 when she heard the click of the door. “I’ll take a quick bath and should be ready to eat in 10 minutes.” George said as he walked through the kitchen and down the hall.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Maggie smiled. He usually took fifteen minutes in the evening so he was feeling the need to rush also. The oatmeal was keeping warm and Maggie had just finished frying the eggs when George entered. He sat his suit coat over the back of a kitchen chair, laid their Bibles next to Maggie’s hat then slid into his seat. Maggie sat the platter of eggs on the table and moved to the icebox to bring out the cream. That made her smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>There has been cream available since George found out that is how she preferred her coffee. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The last dish was put away just in time to leave. George put on his suit jacket as Maggie went to check that her hat was situated properly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Maggie was starting to feel the butterflies. It might have been a good thing the morning was rushed as it kept the butterflies away until now. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Maggie remembered Pastor Dan stated that the church was two miles from the farm. She didn’t recall seeing it on the drive in. Not surprising since it was dark and she was exhausted. As George rounded a curve they crossed a bridge and the church came into view.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It wasn’t large. It was a white building with four long, narrow windows on each side, The front of building had three steps leading up to the door. It looked to be double doors. Maggie wasn’t certain since the door was propped open. Directly above the door was a steeple with a partially enclosed bell and a cross on the top. The church looked charming. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There were several vehicles parked outside along with some horse and buggies in the bag. A few people were standing around talking. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Word must have already spread that George had a new wife since most of the people in the church yard turned to stare when George pulled in to park. Maggie silently prayed “Lord, please give me the strength to face this.” George stepped around to open her door as Betty and Jake parked next to them.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>“Lord, thank you for Betty.” Maggie said under her breath.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Good morning, sweet girl. George. It’s fine day to be here. Maggie has George introduced you yet?” </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George replied, “No ma’am. We arrived just before you did.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“I see, well, there is not time like the present. Shall we go in?”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Jake and Betty headed in with George and Maggie following. Betty and Jake greeted each person as they walked toward the steps. Maggie could feel that George was as nervous as she was.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Morning, Amy and Andy, I would like you meet, Maggie, my wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Maggie this is Amy and Andy Moore. They live two mile up the road from us to the south.” </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Amy smiled and that relieved some of Maggie’s butterflies. “Pleased to meet you, Maggie, I look forward to getting to know you. These are our children Sam, Susie, David and this is Miranda, but we call her Randi.:”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Randi gave Maggie the widest smile at the mention of her name. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They made small talk until Maggie saw a young man remove the rope tied next to the door and pull it to ring the bell three times. “We had best find our seat.” George said. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kraft. I’ll be at Jake’s to discuss harvest on Friday. See you then George.” Andy tipped his hat as he took his wife’s arm and escorted her into church. George did the same stopping now and then to introduce Maggie. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">All eyes were on George and Maggie as they made their way up the isle. George whispered “up on the left, fourth pew back, next to Jake and Betty.” </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Maggie was grateful to slide into the pew. George sat stiffly next to her and Maggie was relieved when Betty took her hand and leaned over to whisper, “Relax, you’re doing fine.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Good Morning. It’s my honor to be here serving you this morning. I’m grateful that the Lord saw fit to give us a nice breeze on this fine, hot August morning.” Pastor Dan smiled.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Amen” was heard from many in the congregation. That caused most people to wiggle a little in the pew and smile or chuckle softly. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“I have a few announcements. There will a &nbsp;meeting of the elders on Thursday at 7 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Betty Peterson will provide coffee cake for the meeting. Now, Jake, there will no sampling on the drive over.” Pastor Dan said with a smile. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">That brought a laugh while Jake looked hurt that he would be accused of such a thing.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>“Congratulations are in order for George Kraft and his new bride, Maggie. They were married in a private ceremony on Wednesday. I’m sure we’ll all go out of our way to make Mrs. Kraft feel welcome. “ Pastor Dan looked at Maggie and smiled.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Now Tom, if you will please lead us in singing praise stating with hymn 256.” </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The singing started with Maggie’s favorite hymn, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">How Great Art Thou</i>. As Maggie lifted her voice she could feel all the tension of the morning release. It felt good to be in church. Actually sitting in church &nbsp;by a man who truly believed and wasn’t there to improve his social standing. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George notice Maggie as soon as she began to sing. It wasn’t a surprise that she had a smooth, sweet soprano voice. He peeked out of the corner of his eye and could see that she didn’t need the hymnal since was singing with her eyes closed. There seemed to be a peace within her that pleased George. He lifted his voice in praise with his church family, but all he could hear was Maggie.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>Betty noticed also. She smiled as she saw Maggie relax and rejoice in song. When George joined in the sound of Maggie’s sweet voice and the deep baritone of George gave Betty goose bumps. Yes, Betty thought, these two are going to be good for each other in so many ways.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The service passed quickly. Maggie enjoyed the sermon. Pastor Dan had a good mix of humor and seriousness. He spoke the truth with gentleness that left one wanting to hear more. She would enjoy her Sunday morning services. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The congregation stood as Pastor Dan said the closing prayer “and all God’s people say”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Amen” rang out from the congregation. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>There was chatter all around. Many stopped to meet Maggie and congratulate George. Betty leaned toward Maggie “We are heading home so I can get the meal done. No rush. You and George take as long as you need. There are plenty of people who want to meet you, sweet girl.” Betty winked as Jake led the way out.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George and Maggie were almost to the truck when Tom called for George. “If you’ll excuse me Maggie I’ll be right back.” George said with an apologetic voice.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“No need to hurry, George. I will wait for you by the truck.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George turned to walk over to Tom. Tom tended to be a talker and George hoped he wouldn’t leave Maggie alone for long.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">A lady stepped from the front of the truck and approached Maggie. She was young, had blond hair cut into the new short bob style with bouncy curls. She was dressed in a pale yellow dress that drew the eye to her slender curves and made her blue eyes stand out. It was noticeable that she took great pride in her appearance.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Well, well, I see that the rumors were true. I’m Vivian.” Maggie’s expression didn’t change like Vivian expected. It was like she had no idea who Vivian was. “Vivian Hughes.” Still no recognition. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“I’m Maggie. Maggie Kraft, pleased to meet you, Vivian.” Maggie said with a genuine smile. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Vivian’s eyes narrowed as she plastered on a smile. Maggie had dealt with girls like Vivian all of her life. They had just met and Maggie had no idea why Vivian would behave this way. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Vivian used her best syrupy voice as she spoke. “Imagine my surprise when I returned home and found out that the man I was to marry had up and married someone else.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Maggie could feel her face pale much to Vivian’s delight. Oh no! How could George have married her when he was an engaged man! Vivian took advantage of Maggie’s discomfort to look her over from head to toe and back up again. “The only thing that came to mind is that George <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">had </i>to marry you.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George cringed when he saw Vivian walk up to Maggie. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>As he watched her face go from ashen to bright red he knew he had to get over there. “Tom, I really to see to the wife.” </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Sure, sure I remember what it’s like to be newly married.” Tom said as he slapped George on the back. He then turned and started to talk to the person closet to him.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George walked up and took Maggie by the elbow. “Viv” George said with little emotion.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Hello Georgie.” Vivian cooed. “I have been getting to know your <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wife</i>.” She said in a nasty tone with the biggest smile plastered on her face. “Congratulations.” Vivian turned and walked over to her Daddy’s car. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>They rode to the Peterson’s in silence. Neither one said a word about Vivian. George opened the door for Maggie and she went straight to the back door. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Betty it smells delicious. What can I do to help?” Maggie said without the normal smile in her voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Everything is ready. While I slice the chicken you can dish up the sides. Maggie placed whipped potatoes, milk gravy, green beans and hot from the oven rolls on the table. Betty added sliced chicken and carrots that had been roasted along side the chicken. On the table was a butter dish, pickled beets, and a pitcher of tea. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Jake said grace and then the boys dug in. You would have thought Jake hadn’t eaten in days! He packed the food away. It was all wonderful although Maggie didn’t eat much. There was no concern about her lack of conversation since Jake and Betty were present. Even in her present mood Maggie couldn’t help but be entertained by the chatter and Jake's hearty laugh. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The dishes were done and Betty had packed up leftovers for Maggie to take home for supper. As the ladies went to the porch with apple pie Betty couldn’t keep quiet any longer.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Sweet girl I noticed that you didn’t eat much and seem awful quiet. Did you not enjoy the sermon?” Betty asked with concern.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Oh yes, I enjoyed it a great deal. It seems like a fine church and the sermon was good. I had a headache come on after service.” Maggie leaned her head back against the chair back. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“You should have said something. I will be right back with some headache powder.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“There is no need. I am sure that a good night’s sleep will take care of it.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Nonsense” Betty said as she started to rise. “There is no need for to suffer when it can be helped.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>She was gone before Maggie could protest further.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As Betty stepped back out on the porch the skies opened up and a gentle shower started to fall.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“No wonder your head was a aching” Jake&nbsp;said. “Looks like you might have your own weather alert there George.” Jake laughed as if he had said the funniest thing ever. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Then Jake looked at George and became serious. “I do hope this rain is short lived. Harvest is around the corner and we need them field dry."</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">George nodded as he was thinking the same thing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>He decided he should take Maggie home. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Betty thought that was a good idea. “George, do you have any of the Goody’s Headache Powder?”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“I believe so.” George said with a nod. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Betty wouldn’t let Maggie clean up dessert. “I won’t hear of it.” Betty declared.</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Honestly Betty I am fine to help.”</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Sweet girl, I said sit right there and I mean it. I will be right back as soon as I gather up your supper food. George there is no reason why you can’t make sandwiches out of the chicken I’m sending home. That and some pickled beets should do you.“<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Betty continued on as she headed to the kitchen. Once the door shut all that was heard was her muffled voice. </div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Once home George insisted that he put the food away. Maggie didn’t protest. She went to change and lie down for a little bit. George came in to change into his work clothes. It concerned him to see Maggie not feeling well. It had come on fast and he hoped she was right that a good night’s sleep would make her feel better. </div><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>&nbsp;<span style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/joy-in-everyday-chapter-6.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-2076757370859281804Thu, 15 Jun 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-06-15T07:33:26.476-04:00thriftyThrifty Thursday #4<div style="text-align: center;">Lined dried most of the laundry to save on turning on the dryer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ9swha85FQ/WT9KvMPjfRI/AAAAAAAARUY/qDah_mAv2lIwD5Dc5u--QOXrd4og3ogTgCLcB/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQ9swha85FQ/WT9KvMPjfRI/AAAAAAAARUY/qDah_mAv2lIwD5Dc5u--QOXrd4og3ogTgCLcB/s320/062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happily accepted some free grocery coupons.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrZJCYt7x54/WUGMkPYJa7I/AAAAAAAARU0/ONsBNIuZJGklPYc9iMKSS9te46hJOEJFgCLcBGAs/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OrZJCYt7x54/WUGMkPYJa7I/AAAAAAAARU0/ONsBNIuZJGklPYc9iMKSS9te46hJOEJFgCLcBGAs/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rain!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0_m6AuQCJY/WUGPUio9i6I/AAAAAAAARVA/5nXOY0O3qJIokJSJovxp172WVlhxfu_wQCLcBGAs/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="213" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0_m6AuQCJY/WUGPUio9i6I/AAAAAAAARVA/5nXOY0O3qJIokJSJovxp172WVlhxfu_wQCLcBGAs/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You might wonder how rain is thrifty. Well. I use the rain water to water my flowers thus saving money since I don't have to pay for the water.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Purchased a new stove.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95jBNmwTr-c/WUGP6K4m3TI/AAAAAAAARVE/t4yTGRZBL6MagiD_nfdnufAwzFfA5PlgwCLcBGAs/s1600/089a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1119" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95jBNmwTr-c/WUGP6K4m3TI/AAAAAAAARVE/t4yTGRZBL6MagiD_nfdnufAwzFfA5PlgwCLcBGAs/s320/089a.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not something we wanted to do. After a couple of repairs our 16 year old stove finally died. We'll save money now that we won't need to eat our meals out and over time it will pay for itself.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Temperatures in the 90's called for the doors to remain closed. I hate it as I am a sun loving, natural light girl.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65W_hhICIXY/WUGODhyMLdI/AAAAAAAARU8/ziXRe1jtoZk51r-JipIWWKYFRojNEryvwCLcBGAs/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65W_hhICIXY/WUGODhyMLdI/AAAAAAAARU8/ziXRe1jtoZk51r-JipIWWKYFRojNEryvwCLcBGAs/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You do what you must to keep the air conditioner from running additional cycles.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Shopped the clearance rack for Megan.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14pz01VNgiI/WUGM7YLNHWI/AAAAAAAARU4/-Q_m8RyGgKsFRXmAvs59qqd56pA8MaVggCLcBGAs/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14pz01VNgiI/WUGM7YLNHWI/AAAAAAAARU4/-Q_m8RyGgKsFRXmAvs59qqd56pA8MaVggCLcBGAs/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Using a percentage off coupon plus some store reward money I was able to purchase two skirts for $2.78.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So there you go. I hope this encourages you to do things to save money. The old adage that every penny counts seems to apply more and more these days. I find it's much harder to stretch my pennies into nickles. *smile* &nbsp;I find it encouraging to hear about other frugal adventures.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/thrifty-thursday-4.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-2184977643501810474Wed, 14 Jun 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-06-14T06:00:38.467-04:00Family LifeJoy in the Ordinary<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Look around, really look around and you will find joy... joy in the everyday... joy in the ordinary things.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">It's always safety first around here. ;)</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIEuIVTJyY/WT9DMsbPzSI/AAAAAAAARTg/O4mQsmNBJFIiCasv7AuRj6beRUpfdtOoQCLcB/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIEuIVTJyY/WT9DMsbPzSI/AAAAAAAARTg/O4mQsmNBJFIiCasv7AuRj6beRUpfdtOoQCLcB/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOWXFsKjdnI/WT9DBTVndCI/AAAAAAAARTc/wjqW-Z4Edb4u4Bwpx0yfUMqLWjchnw1vgCLcB/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOWXFsKjdnI/WT9DBTVndCI/AAAAAAAARTc/wjqW-Z4Edb4u4Bwpx0yfUMqLWjchnw1vgCLcB/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Friday evening Megan asked for a donut breakfast. While Daddy ran for donuts I set the outside table.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gkYw0WaddI/WT9DfoeUSdI/AAAAAAAARTo/GB88iJLUitkM2FXTOpCqH_oSBGZ58xtKQCLcB/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gkYw0WaddI/WT9DfoeUSdI/AAAAAAAARTo/GB88iJLUitkM2FXTOpCqH_oSBGZ58xtKQCLcB/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />Yum! Good choice Megan.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQHRTNw6sE8/WT9Doe9Z2iI/AAAAAAAARTs/Z9AMt5MFSTQi_I-f_-obL3eHn9VLHVsfACLcB/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQHRTNw6sE8/WT9Doe9Z2iI/AAAAAAAARTs/Z9AMt5MFSTQi_I-f_-obL3eHn9VLHVsfACLcB/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Keeping busy.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQYkGcD-XUs/WT9DrxiC6WI/AAAAAAAARTw/cQSSsCJx4x8XKRRNK2F_e4UhQixbSKIgACLcB/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQYkGcD-XUs/WT9DrxiC6WI/AAAAAAAARTw/cQSSsCJx4x8XKRRNK2F_e4UhQixbSKIgACLcB/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5orGY1UcFs/WT9DyG2az7I/AAAAAAAART0/pOm8E4DBa4UmDU2MHLF297p86GT1ooGxwCLcB/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i5orGY1UcFs/WT9DyG2az7I/AAAAAAAART0/pOm8E4DBa4UmDU2MHLF297p86GT1ooGxwCLcB/s320/051.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />We had the opportunity to get in some target practice with the pellet gun.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5PIr_8lr8g/WT9D2FibRhI/AAAAAAAART4/trzjuWC8pYEjaTpxEyuTsKnlny0-eCRUgCLcB/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5PIr_8lr8g/WT9D2FibRhI/AAAAAAAART4/trzjuWC8pYEjaTpxEyuTsKnlny0-eCRUgCLcB/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Both Megan and I were knocking cans off at 100 feet. I think we might have impressed Chuck.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HROe9B1YHZw/WT9D5QRtMhI/AAAAAAAART8/_vh0EZTpcYUXGvHS4zw7AD8fj5ypvb8lACLcB/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HROe9B1YHZw/WT9D5QRtMhI/AAAAAAAART8/_vh0EZTpcYUXGvHS4zw7AD8fj5ypvb8lACLcB/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Major clean out going on around here. The barn was cleaned out. When I wasn't out helping I was sending encouraging text like "less is more." &nbsp;I am ready to do a major purge around here.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQRk9S4yxLM/WT9F2ZQ8AHI/AAAAAAAARUI/vywBiP4AJ5kfSlc7tqxehyGa-PwmJdo8wCLcB/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQRk9S4yxLM/WT9F2ZQ8AHI/AAAAAAAARUI/vywBiP4AJ5kfSlc7tqxehyGa-PwmJdo8wCLcB/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Chuck did a great job letting go. I'm sure those text had a lot to do with it. ha! Weather permitting there will be a trip to the dump this weekend. &nbsp;This has been on the list for a long time. My guy is happy, happy man. He has a shed to tackle and said he wants to do some more organizing. I will share when it is all done.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">May your day be filled with joy in the journey!</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/joy-in-ordinary_14.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33914237.post-828508554956871295Tue, 13 Jun 2017 10:00:00 +00002017-06-13T06:00:03.587-04:00HomekeepingThe Tuesday Tackle #10<div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to the back porch edition. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4yB5LzrtsQ/WTmKU57mTaI/AAAAAAAARQI/LQz53Fx7VJEo0g8hU8hYECW6V7muyyTDQCLcB/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4yB5LzrtsQ/WTmKU57mTaI/AAAAAAAARQI/LQz53Fx7VJEo0g8hU8hYECW6V7muyyTDQCLcB/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was time to tackle a little cleaning. I pulled almost everything off.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTwkKbu3DnA/WTmKbXB3urI/AAAAAAAARQM/fUZQYcP0Aig4z2O1VPvq7LcnXEn0xFSDQCLcB/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTwkKbu3DnA/WTmKbXB3urI/AAAAAAAARQM/fUZQYcP0Aig4z2O1VPvq7LcnXEn0xFSDQCLcB/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Things were sprayed and wiped down. Then it was time to put things back in place.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXxSksy-Dto/WTmKeonBJuI/AAAAAAAARQQ/84-J7kRZWI0eqhgu4N04ujx3vTW9AGyFwCLcB/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXxSksy-Dto/WTmKeonBJuI/AAAAAAAARQQ/84-J7kRZWI0eqhgu4N04ujx3vTW9AGyFwCLcB/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I speak often about my back porch so I will give you a little tour. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DebAuPvwJvo/WTmKsd3_DZI/AAAAAAAARQU/ChF_Rxgymmwk8fiiIS_cP4msGBuxnQ_YQCLcB/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DebAuPvwJvo/WTmKsd3_DZI/AAAAAAAARQU/ChF_Rxgymmwk8fiiIS_cP4msGBuxnQ_YQCLcB/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the area to the left of the door that leads to the kitchen. I sit in this spot in the late afternoon when I want some sun or in the evening when I need a more light for reading.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A great place for a meal, games or to complete a craft.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3edSK4lzBY/WTmK07ues4I/AAAAAAAARQc/ViytKOQs7NY6z-YsQh-uB0gwrFs3sojNQCLcB/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3edSK4lzBY/WTmK07ues4I/AAAAAAAARQc/ViytKOQs7NY6z-YsQh-uB0gwrFs3sojNQCLcB/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the area where the most time is spent. It is under the kitchen window and is completely covered. If I am not cooking, cleaning, gardening or working on a project this is my go to spot. The fan keeps the air moving so the bugs can't land and there is always a cooling breeze. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI7R3uQnHX4/WTmKyPlvOxI/AAAAAAAARQY/DmSdRxrljcAfMRCvSIq25F-wxrUkuabJwCLcB/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI7R3uQnHX4/WTmKyPlvOxI/AAAAAAAARQY/DmSdRxrljcAfMRCvSIq25F-wxrUkuabJwCLcB/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">These are the views I have while sitting under the window.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw3lr1EE4gU/WTmLLlw-diI/AAAAAAAARQg/8xokNeG-PE81AD5YwLHVORYasNEv8vF0gCLcB/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw3lr1EE4gU/WTmLLlw-diI/AAAAAAAARQg/8xokNeG-PE81AD5YwLHVORYasNEv8vF0gCLcB/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk5_sr9aAns/WTmLRZ1gJiI/AAAAAAAARQo/ZcwH3G8OOvMq09Hk1AQdrUMo25aWL8NUgCLcB/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk5_sr9aAns/WTmLRZ1gJiI/AAAAAAAARQo/ZcwH3G8OOvMq09Hk1AQdrUMo25aWL8NUgCLcB/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbQuV10a8XA/WTmO4WiiNxI/AAAAAAAARRI/4W0xw78LyBo6EXHfGy82Qb3ckd-wD5M5gCLcB/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BbQuV10a8XA/WTmO4WiiNxI/AAAAAAAARRI/4W0xw78LyBo6EXHfGy82Qb3ckd-wD5M5gCLcB/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This potting bench sits next to the rockers. It holds gardening tools, toys and such.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSlAAfofY8w/WTmLNetZ_3I/AAAAAAAARQk/Yt-KjYlafq8HWIzWf3c1-74x8COdyg5dgCLcB/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSlAAfofY8w/WTmLNetZ_3I/AAAAAAAARQk/Yt-KjYlafq8HWIzWf3c1-74x8COdyg5dgCLcB/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the before picture. The faux tool box was made by Chuck as a Christmas gift for me one year. The intent was to use it as a flower box. I sat it here until I could get it painted and like how neat it made some odds and ends look by keeping them contained.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IQpncSqvO8/WTmPtQvx_yI/AAAAAAAARRQ/1rsFpmhyt8Eq_b0a8qSquLRhqx7eELOlQCLcB/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IQpncSqvO8/WTmPtQvx_yI/AAAAAAAARRQ/1rsFpmhyt8Eq_b0a8qSquLRhqx7eELOlQCLcB/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">As part of cleaning up the porch I finally tackled the tool box and gave it a coat of paint.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcnVVByiafo/WTmLdgW0pOI/AAAAAAAARQw/6yDzsZIJ48Y7suWmP1jxsb1RoCteyZSDgCLcB/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FcnVVByiafo/WTmLdgW0pOI/AAAAAAAARQw/6yDzsZIJ48Y7suWmP1jxsb1RoCteyZSDgCLcB/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I keep jars that I use as frost covers and don't have to worry about them being knocked off and broken.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm happy to have gotten rid of the dirt, dust and the spiders with their nasty little webs. Shudder!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDqZoNy4TI8/WTmLdz2-irI/AAAAAAAARQs/6ZoHd_9vqbYLV31jzmXIRU8ZGuKapyabACLcB/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDqZoNy4TI8/WTmLdz2-irI/AAAAAAAARQs/6ZoHd_9vqbYLV31jzmXIRU8ZGuKapyabACLcB/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The far end of the porch was left uncovered. When Megan was younger it was a great place for water play. These mini storage sheds hold outside toys, camping chairs and are used to store cushions and outside decor in the winter months.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lhhP-ekHIYs/WTmLhCHJgyI/AAAAAAAARQ0/wevu2PEZdzwLuxv21J_6lJZoe4OmYBpMwCLcB/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lhhP-ekHIYs/WTmLhCHJgyI/AAAAAAAARQ0/wevu2PEZdzwLuxv21J_6lJZoe4OmYBpMwCLcB/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">They were tackled also I was able to clear outgrown toys and items I used when I provided in home childcare.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Jy4I_-38RU/WTmLxAm8fOI/AAAAAAAARQ4/lxkvQRcA1V4Tm1rF_ibhyV1cXogXjyArACLcB/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Jy4I_-38RU/WTmLxAm8fOI/AAAAAAAARQ4/lxkvQRcA1V4Tm1rF_ibhyV1cXogXjyArACLcB/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It feels wonderful to have tackled this space.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4TAO7PlKk/WTmLxFApdEI/AAAAAAAARQ8/Q5mqg9-DC9EBnO5ZGqokD-r-8QIk_f2SgCLcB/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nL4TAO7PlKk/WTmLxFApdEI/AAAAAAAARQ8/Q5mqg9-DC9EBnO5ZGqokD-r-8QIk_f2SgCLcB/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you enjoyed taking a peek at my favorite outdoor space. What projects have you tackled in the last week?</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;May your day be filled with joy in the journey! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85705/cwbridwell/3eb6be4bff98e155ae615c2388f8a719.png" border="0" /></a></div>http://myheartisalwayshome.blogspot.com/2017/06/the-tuesday-tackle-10.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Wendi)5